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Peggy Turnbull returned to her birthplace in the upper Midwest after living in West Virginia for over 25 years. She began writing poetry after retiring from her work as a college librarian. Recent poems have appeared in Mad Swirl, Verse-Virtual, Ancient Paths Online and are forthcoming in Your Daily Poem. Visit Peggy on the web here.
The following work is Copyright © 2020, and owned by Peggy Turnbull and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.
Their mother sews cotton dresses for the two girls,
Their plain-faced factory town smells of rotting fish
A Christmas tree commands the living room. Generous
stoop. Inside are packages purchased abroad: a Swiss
with their names attached. The oldest unfolds tissue paper,
there, show Miss Joyce her hidden wealth. Mother says no.
The girl wails because her sister will never know the joy
a newscast version of their Daddy. In a dark suit and spectacles
They scramble over snowbanks on their way to school.
the cornfields: cities. Beyond cities: countries where even the toys
What will become of them?
Paul Koniecki lives and writes in Dallas, Texas. He was once chosen for the John Ashbery Home School Residency. He is the Associate Editor of Thimble Literary Journal. His books of poetry are available from Kleft Jaw Press, NightBallet Press, Dark Particle Press, and Spartan Press.
The following work is Copyright © 2020, and owned by Paul Koniecki and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.
Bologna knows it is bologna
When I watch a chess match I fixate
Bobby’s dad was probably
That summer I was almost
Back in the backyard
Time has erased
proofs come back to me. Checkmate goes