Eric Raanan Fischman


Twenty Tiny Colonies - Poem by Eric Raanan Fischman

Caked in
flour; her hands
and hair bagged

for questioning.
Twenty
tiny
colonies of

jam fall down her
apron like plinko
chips down
a polish coat rack.

Not tonight, though.
Tonight,
dressed in Morocco
and Grace;

hair, drawn like
a longbow, like
a half-forgotten dream.


Comments about Twenty Tiny Colonies by Eric Raanan Fischman

  • (8/1/2017 4:14:00 PM)


    saved in
    sour sands
    & hour glassed

    for fresh tea
    sea wet
    mighty
    bolognas of

    ham not flounder
    a prawn-like plank
    ship town
    splashes cat

    caught a frightful
    tonic
    spritzed in rococò
    & lace

    here, dawn like
    a bowl song like
    a dragon-fought drum
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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, August 6, 2003



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