Bag of Bitches
by Anastasia Clark
On Saturdays
I hunger
On the couch:
Pose my knotted
Complaints
On coffee tables.
Balls of clay
And misery;
Wooden dolls
And destiny.
Things
You’ve never heard
Or seen.
Thoughts
You couldn’t handle—
And things
I couldn’t say.
At least
Not today.
Orchids and Orchids
by Anastasia Clark
Orchids and orchids
Keep arriving
At my door
In baskets
And vases
With letters
And laces
And announcements
Of places
Where
Long ago faces
Have risen
To fight
~
At night
The owls
Glare at the sockets
Of those without eyes
The carcasses
Gather
In dirt and dismay
And wait
At the altar
For reckoning day
Pirate’s Tea
by Anastasia Clark
I walk the plank:
The clay woman
Doomed
To death
At sea.
Tall and mighty—
And stiff—
I walk:
The path
Of pirate’s tea.
“Beware
The tilted ships,”
I warn—
For no one
Forewarned me.
About the Poet
Anastasia Clark has been writing poetry for thirty years. She grew up in Framingham, MA where she was a Poet-in-Residence (1977–78). She currently resides in South Florida.ÊIn 2003 her poetry appears in Adagio Verse Quarterly, Outsider Ink, Identity Theory, Wilmington Blues, Scrivener’s Pen, Ascent, The Muse Apprentice Guild, Poetic License, Epiphany Magazine and The Ultimate Hallucination.Ê She is currently serving as Poetry Editor / Columnist for Epiphany Magazine and also Poetry Columnist for Biff’s Boards.