Entries by lsteinglass

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Iambic Lament

I hear iambic thumping in my head. Each time I part my lips I feel some dread. I wonder if the words that I will speak Will make me sound like some obnoxious geek. I cannot seem to quit, though it’s my hope To speak in prose just like a normal dope. Perhaps if I […]

S. Mutens

Clinging to the walls Of the hot, dark cave, We eat every sweet That you might crave, Turning the sugars To acids that file The rocky walls Of your cragged smile. © 2011 Elizabeth Ehrenfest Steinglass, all rights reserved

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Spore Launch

Mosses growing sporophytes to launch their spores She built a sodden capsule High above the din, Relying on the sunshine To shrink the rocket’s skin, Squeezing all the contents Until they must explode, Sending all her babies To find a new abode. © 2011 Elizabeth Ehrenfest Steinglass, all rights reserved

Insulin Shock

I heard her call my name. Her voice was high and far away. She only said it once, So I went to her in the kitchen Where she worked every night. Her smile had fallen. Her light brown skin looked yellow. She was holding the counter, But her arms were shaking Like she was having […]

Dance!

When I hear music, I jump to my feet. I twirl. I whirl. I bop to the beat. When I dance, my body sings. I love to dance more than anything! When I hear music, I ditch my seat.  I shimmy like a snake that has no feet. I soar like a hawk on open […]

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Stinkhorn Lace

Stinkhorn Mushroom copyright 2010 Christian F. Schwartz http://mushroomobserver.org It grew in the muck From an underground egg That cracked in the dirt, Then sprouted a leg. The leg wore a sock That stank and drew pests That carried its seed And started new nests. Yet, to the mousy bride It seemed—          A more beautiful […]

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Halloween Gypsies

We all dressed as gypsies. We all wore tall boots and long skirts and shirts un-tucked and we all tried to flirt and twirl our skirts before we skipped down the street, tapping our feet and ringing bells,  telling what we were to get our treat, singing on the street the songs to sell the […]

New Country

She couldn’t do it, Couldn’t make herself Put her foot On the strange Moving stairs. Alice had done it. There she was Rising into the sky, Smiling even. But still, On the ground They seemed dangerous, These steps That moved by themselves Taking you only Forward and up. What if she changed her mind? People […]

The Monster in the Closet

There’s a monster hiding there— Right behind that door. And though it’s quiet now It makes an awful roar. It has a gaping mouth That never needs to close, And it can swallow anything Even people’s toes. But what is worst of all— It never runs away Because my mother lets it out And helps […]