Fall 2009 / Issues / Poetry 2009 / Volume 40

Fleda Brown Removes “the parade” From Her Poem — C B Follett

no fife, no drumbs, no merry piccolo, no crepe paper wound thru bike wheels, no anal drum majorettes, no lemonade in a silvery thermos with flaky green torso, no glittering trombones, no yappy dogs, no nasty smelling snake bombs, no pinwheels of spinning stars, no cap pistols with the delicious scent of cordite, no lady … Continue reading