Tag: by Terese Svoboda
I Think of Pilgrims
By Terese SvobodaOctober 2008
Cellphoned to their continents, Pilgrims / from whatever persecution, kill those turkeys in / want, want, want, and the landing gear drops.
Three Poems
By Terese SvobodaJuly 2006
The hedges, as square / as the capital letters important / books begin with, screen // the neighbor but not / his feet
Two Doctors
By Terese SvobodaApril 2006
Two doctors, married to each other. At first it was doctor and nurse skulking dark corridors in heat and finding empty gurneys, then doctor on doctor.
