Category Archives: Poems
How Many Times Around the Sun?
Back then Mars brought dread: human time, dwindling, us alone in the vast.
She is devoted/but then time riots/and.
On Kubla Khan By Deirdre Maultsaid I dream about a barefoot woman with braided hair in a long sleeveless green nightgown standing in the dale in the sunshine, near willow trees, beckoning me to climb ancient marble stairs away from … Continue reading
Winter: Helmcken Falls
White overshadows white.
It is deep past zero
and hushed. Continue reading
Pink fur purr
I was sorry for the mercy sex,
but humans hunt humans.
You wished to be a lady with a parasol:
pure and ethereal. I was fiendish and real.
At 5, I had a cat doll with a wire hoop skirt
covered in faux black fur. Continue reading
Pajaritas
Maultsaid, D. (2020, Oct.). Pajaritas. Riddle Fence, #37, Fall, 2020 By Deirdre Maultsaid I invite you to admire the crimson-tailed Saraya for it is the most lesbiana of all the birds. We have plenty to admire here. Female pairs will live together … Continue reading
Double-cross
Maultsaid, D. (2020). Double-cross. untethered, #52.1 Autumn, 2020. p.41 By Deirdre Maultsaid I trudged through the hospital and out the bellowing emergency doors and then I fell into the cold hoar-frosted numbing late city night and left my mother where … Continue reading
Wreck Everything
Maultsaid, D. (2020, Oct.) Wreck Everything. Riddle Fence, #37, Fall, 2020 By Deirdre Maultsaid The cat scrabbled on the shelf, gave one choked howl, and landed upright on the couch back. I watched the cat. The cat watched my mother. The round … Continue reading
Poem “Make-a-Wish” was published at Pif
Make-a-Wish By Deirdre Maultsaid //Things I love: Bacardi drunk young men still boasting, lips sloppy pickups that roll out, up, over, before, still, after, then. Black ice car fresheners swaying and clacking. Sulphur, tang, copper, damp. The lonely sight of … Continue reading
Poem “Red Camaro” was published at Pif
Red Camaro By Deirdre Maultsaid //Ruthless, the sun shone: ironing, scorching root and stem. Its muscles flared, a genderblind juggernaut. Suburban, possessed, the lilacs whisper. In the shadowless nought— on the soulless gravel— I could see the rocket hulk of … Continue reading
Poem: Washerwomen, Blessings
Washerwomen, Blessings by Deirdre Maultsaid From This crisis, these blessings: essays by Deirdre Maultsaid (Trafford Publishing) First appeared in Canadian Woman Studies, Vol. 22, Summer, 2003 //1. I am a washerwoman standing on unstable ground. I see all in its … Continue reading