Not Gray Not Yellow / Elizabeth Kerlikowske
“My grandmother’s hat flies from her head / when the north wind grabs a raveling” Elizabeth Kerlikowske writes on ancestors and brisk wind.
Elizabeth Kerlikowske
Middle Age in September / Elizabeth Kerlikowske
“Webs flash iridescent rapture.” Elizabeth Kerlikowske writes on light, sound, and living things.
Limerence / Elizabeth Kerlikowske
“Lily pads are each attempt to bridge that gap.” Elizabeth Kerlikowske reflects on reflection.