Poems by Judy Grahn
Helen In Hollywood
... the dark flesh glowingShe whose wet lips nearly swallow ...
The Common Women Poems, III. Nadine, resting on her neighbor’s stoop
... every drink, and offer you half of what she knows, ...
Paris and Helen
... keeper of forests, my-love-rides ...
Sheep
... ‘He fell to the ground in a feathery breeze ...
The Common Women Poems, II. Ella, in a square apron, along Highway 80
... Before she got out of jail, the courts had pounced ...
Slowly: a plainsong from an older woman to a younger woman
... chosen even the stones would do my bidding ...
