Thursday, November 12, 2015

Cynthia Linville- Two Poems

She’s Come Unglued

vacuuming at 3am
wearing pink foam curlers

shaking the spiders loose
playing with hula hoops

failing every test
forgetting the tickets

She smells electric.

I keep waiting for the monkeys to show up.


In Januaryland

the snow is black
the ice is pink
I hold lightning in my fists
and thunder in my teeth

my very bones are glowing
if you look closely,
you can see them



Cynthia Linville's two poetry collections, The Lost Thing and Out of Reach, are available from Cold River Press. Her poem "I am Fortune's Ungraceful Daughter" was nominated for a Pushcart in 2012. Linville has taught in the English Department at California State University, Sacramento since 2000 and has served as Managing Editor of Convergence: an online journal of poetry and art since 2008.  A music aficionado with a theater background, she occasionally appears with musicians, including Victor Krummencher of Camper Van Beethoven, and with the group Poetica Erotica. She invented a poetic form dubbed the Linvillanelle which is profiled here:

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