Entries by Liz Steinglass

I still go there

I still go there sometimes— To that other place that’s here but isn’t real. I run across this grass and duck behind that tree But I’m a dragon. I am small and blue, icy silver blue, the color of an ocean wave on a completely sunny day, frozen suddenly, just as it begins to fall, […]

One Green Lollipop

I stretch, Giraffe tall, Swing-tree tall, So I can see In the basket On the counter, Red, orange, yellow circles Wrapped in plastic Glowing Like church windows. I dig, Squirrel quick, Bone-dog quick, Looking for green, Spring grass green, Green light green, Sour apple green. Not yet, sweetheart, I am told. Like I don’t know […]