Ingeborg Riedmaier reads “The Department Store Badger,” a poem by Rachel Dragos
These lone fires will never die out/
the roses still stagger in the embers;
Lost in the midnight stillness, my mother/
rises to dress and begin another/
chilly day. She crosses the moonlit floor.
Jane Bradley and Chris Henry Coffey read four poems from BLR Issue 29,
“This restaurant has a fine ambulance.”/
What my friend, of course, must have/
meant was that this restoration/
had a fine ambience,
I order another drink and/
decide not to kill them, even/
in my imagination.
October, a woman and a boy, a tumor/
overtaking his brain, draw pictures/
in the waiting room.
Before my pupils gape oh in unison,/
I find a seat with the semi-sighted
To straighten her spinal column/
Frida suspends nearly vertical/
with sacks of sand tied to her feet.