Horror Story | Debra Sasak Ross

Earlier this year, Souvenir Spoon Books published Gregg Shapiro’s Refrain in Light.  With its sly nod to the 1980’s album by the Talking Heads, Refrain in Light embraces the historical geography of place, remembering what has come before and celebrating with odes to what is here now. In this Americana road trip of poems you’ll find verse both…

It takes a while for pale green dots To turn into some grape varietal It takes only time, soil, rain, sun No need for supervision or religion These sacred green dot embryos Own all the information in code To build asymmetric conical clusters The endless wonders that abound Stakes and trellises optional The post Endless…

I can still see his in my mind. Leather boots, dark like night, shining like mirrors. I’d never seen such shoes. In the tiny town of Pavlovo, Czechoslovakia, where I grew up, everyone had a farm, so boots were worn. But not shiny boots, not like these.  Shooting up and out the tops of his…

                                _______________________________________________________ Too Late to Stop Now   This week I dragged the Xmas tree out like a corpse I was homesick for mutual assured destruction and 1985 Love was a meeting of solitudes, the thin tissue around ornaments, Anne…

Tenderize me I’m tough as cow hide With edges sharp as knives Sprinkle sensory persuasion Glide and knead Through peaks and valleys The spine of aftershocks That register high On my map Tenderize me Beyond a summer’s flight Through existential choice To love me But if you should leave me Exposed to the elements Alone…