Therese Broderick won the Smith’s Tavern Poet Laureate Contest in Voorheeshille and she has released the following regarding her big win.
At my sister’s house during the holidays, I fed her pet bird from my lap. I’ve never before been so close to a bird. One of my holiday gifts was a beautiful pair of chopsticks with which I now eat grapes, peas, pasta, chunks of bread, and anything else fit for chopsticks.
CEILING LAMP, KITCHEN ~kelly green Beneath a flaring rim (its inner cape pearl-white, one bulb glowing edgeless as the moon I saw last night partially hazed, haze magnifying circumference, moonlight leaking past boundaries) I sit, eat red Cortlands, right-click, split open mail with a silver blade on a table off-center, just northeast of […]
