Poems by Chris Tusa
Hypochondriac
... a blood clot opening like a tiny red flower in my brain ...
Ode to Gumbo
... Maybe youre a recipe torn from Satans Cookbook, ...
Marie Laveau Talks About Magic From A Confessional In St. Louis Cathedral
... --EnigmaIn one quick lick I waved my mojo hand, ...
Alzheimers
... sunlight crawls through the window,and she thinks she feels her bright blue eyes ...
Kindergarten Portrait Of My Mother At Mardi Gras
... the three mangled fingers of her left hand ...
Snow White, to the Prince
... just once, my pretty white feet stuffed into black slippers, ...
