by Deborah Bayer | Oct 13, 2022 | Poems, Poems (2021 to Present)
(click here to order a copy) Temporary Frog I barely remember what I did to be transported to this princess’ backyard doomed to matrimony. The youngest spoiled daughter said she would, now she refuses to share her gold cup. Father insists, fair father-in-law. I...
by Deborah Bayer | Oct 6, 2022 | Poems, Poems (2021 to Present)
The Seagull Gray was a gift (and the gulls’ laughter). A world of water was the westward road. Wind and waves wandered ashore to make a murderous mess of the day. Rain and runoff ruined my sight. The windshield wipers whined in vain. A sea-bird showed sudden, silent...
by Deborah Bayer | Sep 29, 2022 | Poems, Poems (2021 to Present)
Red Gown with Lace As always, I’m drawn to this room, the one with the Chagalls, but today, I’m not here for them. I came for this hard bench under these dim lights to write about my mother. When I last saw her, she listed hard to her left side, toward the port-wine...
by Deborah Bayer | Sep 22, 2022 | Poems, Poems (2021 to Present)
Organic Chemistry The Friday before the July 4th weekend, I bought some Tokay at the State Store. The wine is named for the region of Hungary where the grapes are grown. I drank only respectable wines. I’d seen the empties neatly stacked against the...
by Deborah Bayer | Sep 8, 2022 | Poems, Poems (2021 to Present)
Hello again! Two and a half years into the pandemic, starting up again feels like a resurrection of sorts. But I have good news to share. Next year, in the Spring, is the launch date for my first published collection of poems, a chapbook titled Rope Made of...
