A poem by Jennifer Firestone from “Ten”

A hump of washed clothes can

never look artistic. I know there

is life, see the leaves wiggle. And

then small particles floating but

they had wings. Seemingly unsure

of how she sets the stage. “Family is

love and help. Huh? I’m helping you,

see.” Absurdly the bird looks as if

invading. I could very well be

the enemy.


Jennifer Firestone is the author of Flashes (Shearsman Books), Holiday(Shearsman Books), Waves (Portable Press at Yo-Yo Labs), from Flashes and snapshot(Sona Books), and Fanimaly (Dusie Kollektiv). She is the co-editor of Letters To Poets: Conversations about Poetics, Politics and Community (Saturnalia Books), and an Assistant Professor of Literary Studies at Eugene Lang College (The New School). She lives with her family in Brooklyn.

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