Lisa Hickey
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Picasso knowsA Poem by Lisa HickeyThis is the story I want to tell you about Picasso: light, natural as straw, through the east window, rays and dust. He squeezes long worms of p.. |
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IntersectionA Poem by Lisa HickeyIt is on the corner of Beech and Maple that I suddenly forget which world I am in. It is the sight of the flatbed truck that does it, the t.. |
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~Through the miracle of modern timing~A Poem by Lisa HickeyYesterday, you were the quick brown fox that jumped over the lazy dog; you were alphabet soup, ((you were anything but blood and bones, you were t.. |
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Why I can't dance in hellA Poem by Lisa HickeyI push the metal cart up and down the supermarket aisle. Pile in processed food after processed food, unable to find the produce department. I slide.. |
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