BOOKS & PUBLICATIONS
Poem Title: Fairy Tales Now
Fairy Tales Now
Don’t use the word tower
Or the word magic.
Don’t mention grandmother, stepmother,
Roses, or red, red lips.
Don’t say tragic.
Don’t describe the woods
Or throw their braid out the window.
Never climb a vine or a glass mountain.
They could have a vampire,
But they never talk about the river
Unless somebody drowns.
On The Way to the Promised Land Zoo, Cyberwit, 2019
Books, Chapbooks, Anthologies
by Wendy Taylor Carlisle
Mercy of Traffic
IN PLEIN AIR
Poems in This Publication
Poem Title: Thirteen
The boy in the baggy shorts,
tosses back his forelock before he shoots.
When the corners of the cracked court darken,
he saunters in.
Six months ago, he was at home in her kitchen,
milk chocolate on his chin,
handicapping the Bulls, describing
the new kid in Algebra,
so much a part of her rooms,
he was a chair, the thermometer.
Mom, it’s hot. Underfoot.
In July he talked about baseball. Now he reads
alone in the evenings. He has nothing to say.
Before he goes out, the boy
pulls on his Spurs jersey.
His mother has washed it until it is thin as milk.
Discount Fireworks, Doubleback Books, 2021