Three Poems by Marthe Reed

A room   there are amazements / you like to stray into and / my body’s only one of them ‒Rosmarie Waldrop   A room affords confinement, panopticon, its exotic formulae: a mode of detour and “lawless imagination” A gap widens leaving both air and breath gasping She prepares his tea.  She promises an end.  What he always wanted.  Narrative dancing in its own embrace … Continue reading Three Poems by Marthe Reed