alice's rosemary
no one approaches the cinnamon
thoughts baked into
bread another approach
tasting like ashes I burned the fire
a mouse follows
the house's shadow
she is not
gertrude but she walks
like alice
rosemary in the soup
saffron soaking love gertrude's
words in the cupboard descending
the hierarchy shadow is she
was table chair buttons
on the chair solidifies not solitude
but sweet two lips & peonies
Mary Kasimor has been writing poetry, regardless of the month, but she is veryhappy that there is a month dedicated to poetry. She has had many poems published
in online and print journals, including Big Bridge, moria, MIPOesias, BlazeVox2k3,
Cannot Exist, Reconfigurations, GutCult, Otoliths, among others. She has written
book reviews for Jacket. She has two books of poetry, silk string arias (BlazeVox Books) and & cruel red (Otoliths).