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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
Poem: Cures
By Deirdre Maultsaid //Angel, darling, you have such wakefulness, pacing with your burnt tallow, passing another anniversary watching the clock hands stroke away meaning. I know: all shall perish. Look. There is the shadow of God, the disenchantment of the … Continue reading
Poem ” Shine on, you moons of Jupiter ” was published at The Puritan
//“All I have is sniper thinking; I am calling out from between the rocks…” Read poem here
Poem: If Nostalgia Were Religion
If Nostalgia were religion By Deirdre Maultsaid Originally published in Contemporary Verse 2: 33(3), 2011 //I would return to that time, to see my mother, a giddy señora, holding aloft a baked globe of rare black clay, standing among bowls … Continue reading
Poem: Cousin to the Light
Santiago Matamoros By Deirdre Maultsaid //As the mist rises on the stony path we take our bearing on the golden bell tower gathering, ensouling, the heather our diviner. We tell our dreamy story. I am a pilgrim collecting souls; … Continue reading
Poem: Mercy
By Deirdre Maultsaid //You could be a true God’s whore. You could be a Flirty Fish, showing the love, witnessing, and winning others into the kingdom. You could halve a pear and paint a still life–bronze and ovoid. You could haul … Continue reading
Poem “Exodus” was published at Pif
//”It is not all ripe oranges delicious mangoes…” –> read poem