Sandra Beasley (photo credit: Andrew Lightman)
Sandra Beasley my oh my oh my!
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You must not skirt the issue wearing skirts.
You must not duck the bullet using ducks.
You must not face the music with your face. (excerpt)
All can be measured by the standard of the capybara.
Everyone is lesser than or greater than the capybara.
Everything is taller or shorter than the capybara.
Everything is mistaken for a Brazilian dance craze
more or less frequently than the capybara. (excerpt)
After Erik Satie
For an hour I forgot my fat self,
my neurotic innards, my addiction to alignment.
For an hour I forgot my fear of rain. (excerpt)
After years of research, I can only guarantee
that if you go over Niagara in a kayak, you will die.
A ball of chicken wire and quilts? You might make it.
Oak barrel? You’ll walk away… (excerpt)
Of course you invited them in: faces painted
like trick-or-treaters, carrying pointy spears.
The youngest clutched his goat, the tallest
her stack of bowls, and you had rooms to spare. (excerpt)
In the Hotel Devotion
there is no running water,
no power, no stairs,
no bed. There is only
the woman who holds
a river in her mouth… (excerpt)
You’re the day after Tuesday, before eternity.
You’re the day we ran out of tomatoes
and used tiny packets of ketchup instead. (excerpt)
Sestina Inviting My Sister to Become a Pirate
I’ll wear the eye patch, you will thread a ring
through your ear. Now, let us head out to sea.
Let all the Atlantic try to douse us. (excerpt)
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Thanks, Neil, I see her appeal. She has lovely plays on words.