Monday, July 17, 2017
Your Mother, Hiding Behind Her Hand shining like a fawn at the subway stop your palm right here/on my neck inside you white irises in a plastic vase talk softly the numbers shift/flow like the poison burning cursive on my calves lucky charms and milk spill from the gold of your teeth
Sunday, July 02, 2017
So the 30/30 challenge is over, but I might be posting drafts of poems here, and then taking them down when I want to submit them for publication. So I have a lot of visitors from Russia, China and the Netherlands! Please introduce yourself in the comments and tell me how you got to this blog. Can you read English? Is it totally random? Let me know. Here's a new collage to entertain you.
Wednesday, June 14, 2017
Hey friends, If you're interested in my poetry, head on over Tupelo's 30/30, where I'll be putting up 1 new poem a day for the whole month of June. In short, stuffed animals, matricide, disturbed graves. Strangers are actually donating! but you don't have to give a large amount. A buck or two is good. Or just comment on the poems! https://www.tupelopress.org/the-3030-project-2/ And if you like my piece (or cats) consider donating here: https://tupelopress.networkforgood.com/projects/30717-christine-hamm-s-fundraiser Any amount helps!