Zeb Smith : Writing

wife

wife

A Poem by Zeb Smith


wifeafter Ada Limónhusband: throw out the noun. use the verb: use(resources) economically; con-serve. the truth is i am the stout black horseyo..
Seeing Things

Seeing Things

A Poem by Zeb Smith


At twilight, we walk the three dogs in the park; our bulldog pees on the oak trees we pass, marks the same reeking trash can on the way back ..
Flowers

Flowers

A Poem by Zeb Smith


Men don’t know much about flowers save a few names and their colors. My great-grandmother grew roses in oblong black beds out back,..
Plotting

Plotting

A Poem by Zeb Smith


In your west garden I woke in deep violet your faint, still silhouette against the sunlit ivy. Were you coming or going? Churc..
If You Could Read My Mind

If You Could Read My Mind

A Poem by Zeb Smith


We are all in the gutterbut some of us are looking at the stars.- Oscar Wilde If you could read my mind you'd find me on this shore on..
Her Name Was Maggie

Her Name Was Maggie

A Poem by Zeb Smith


Dawn is a strip of white gauze, yellowing like pus, through the oaks. A mourning dove coos on the power line. I go out, shoeless for a m..