The facts sit in an ordinary room. They resemble people:
stubborn and without imagination.

The facts begin to chatter: Better days coming, better days
coming. They arrange themselves in the shape of a lie.

So much for the fighting
                                                 and the sex

Eight Rants

The Fatso

Venus is rising. She's muttering,
A sober chick is a sullen trick.

The eloquence of objects

Kathleen Ossip’s poem “Babyland” appeared in our Summer 2002 issue. Her latest collection is The Do-Over. Enter warily: here suavity reigns.
Enter solemnly; enter with great thirst.
Under the banner of the splayed lips, the first baby

staked a claim…