Goose
Gobbles Joy
By
Dorothy Baker
The
dream drums,
The
wind goose comes
The
wire tightens
Winter’s
hold.
A
war blots out the sun.
Beneath the stairwell,
Inside
a broken shell,
Grief
pounds with cloven hooves
Beside
the night.
Webs
and Razors
By
Dorothy Baker
Astute
as a razor, life demands a close shave.
“Bedazzled”
is a euphemism for deceit.
Spider
webs falter in a steady breeze, and
The
fly eventually catches on to the farce.
A
spark of altitude is preferable to a bonfire of defeat.
Benefits
await pliable minds.
Opportunities
bequeath mixed feelings.
Relinquish
control.
Dorothy
Baker lives in New England with her life partner. She wrote
her first poem at nine in the North Carolina mill village
where she was raised and used to actually enjoy the once-yearly
snowfall. Her short stories, poems, and a film review have
appeared in Breath and
Shadow and "Our Toxic
Times" newsletter.
She
enjoys being part of a local fragrance free writing group.
Because she is chemically injured, she is also involved in helping to
raise awareness of the health effects of chemicals in common consumer
products.
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