3 poems
U N T I T L E D
between
us–– a
chain link
fence u
call
a wall
white red––
& boug––
wild
scaling
weed
we––
call a
flower
through
steel––
patterns
wrap round
wires
coil up
words
we
petal
over
W I L L W O R D
My Wheel is in the dark! / I cannot see a spoke /
Yet know its dripping feet / Go round and round.
––Emily Dickinson
i. her ii. we foot
––wheel to sound
our past
spokes oral
––we ground
brails
band
O barrows a will––
will on small
word a rain
west skillion
lines––
w/ out
thee wheels
we––
pending
wests versed
in clock
above
our heads work
motions
held
in minds cutting
way
upon word
––that hill pacific––
towers
shores
shadow as world
builds
down
rolls cold
to see
stretching
cross
gray
bruegel
fields
T H E C L A S S
and the cave-painters touch them with life, red, brown, black, /
a woman among them, painting.
––Muriel Rukeyser
room field
trip i
notice
the bi
son in
this cave
is still
hunted
by one
group O
tall men
wielding
red spears
i pict
ure my
self in
that cave
the ver
y same
day O
the hunt
I see
a wo
man all
alone
holding
a paint
brush made
yucca
flowers
dripping
w/ one
Angelo Ligori is from the Midwest, where he works in the concrete industry and teaches composition part-time. He received his MFA in Creative Writing from the University of Nevada, Las Vegas and holds a BA in Creative Writing with a Teaching Artist minor from Columbia College Chicago.