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2 Poems: Kelley White
Disgusting as the dogshit scabbed on snow in my backyard, I bent to it and gagged; the child trembled like a fire in the wind Sloe gin cheap drunk ladies' drink syrupy stick carry-me-home do-what-you-will-with-me keep one foot on the floor so I won't have a hangover or so I'll still be a virgin sleepy time weepy time wake up alone |
Kelley White: I have been a pediatrician in inner city Phildadelphia for twenty years and writing poems again for about six; I've had more than two hundred poems accepted for publication since October 1999 and will have a book, The Patient Presents, published any day now by the People's Press in Baltimore and a chapbook, "I am going to walk toward the sanctuary," published by Via Dolorosa Press/Nepenthe Books this summer. |
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