Daisy Fried Poems
- Seven Years These cold days when the insane sky's clear, heat...
- She Didn't Mean To Do It Oh, she was sad, oh, she was ...
- No God in Us but Song Ruffs are optional for trebles in ...
- The Girl Grew and Grew, Her Mo...
- Elegy In memory D.K., Scrovegni Chapel, Padua "Even ...
- Econo Motel, Ocean City Korean monster movie on the SyFy ...
Daisy Fried (born 1967, Ithaca, New York) is an American poet.
Fried graduated from Swarthmore College in 1989.
Her work has appeared in The London Review of Books,The Nation,Poetry, The New Republic, American Poetry Review, Antioch Review, Threepenny Review, Triquarterly.
She teaches creative writing in the Warren Wilson College MFA Program for Writers, and has taught creative ... more »
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These cold days when the insane sky's clear, heat poofs away be-
yond its net of edible blue. My cat folds, flops across the laundry
steps. Flags the size of jeans pockets flip-flap affixed to rowhouse
fronts. The nicest, cleanest hands reach to switch out lights in
stores: futons, ring trays, eyeglasses, dresses, go dark. "The bed is
not very big." Cold or no there are fathers calling mothers and child-
dren walking home or out; also those of us who are neither father
nor mother and have forgotten the complicated unchosen knits and
methods of being somebody's...