"This is not a book to be tossed aside lightly. It should be thrown with great force." - Dorothy Parker


Now that the colors have cleared and the stars are falling
and every street lamp 

		                 on Broadway and beyond is lit,
maybe the moon will open its big mouth and 

swallow these broken stars, and I will write 
a poem with light from my soul

that no one has seen before although
it's huge when compared with the universe.  

Too bad the coming night worries shadows,
placing possums

                                        beneath the dripping fruit trees, 
and illuminating a throughline to the

shooting star because who needs to 
utter one more impossible wish?

Bonnie Bolling