Kathleen Ma
Sonnet for Desert | Poetry
Kathleen Ma
with Sammy Prentice The cow named Desert sheared the grassland with grateful eyes. She reeducated the soil’s hardness. She would later be reborn as the lake’s surface. For now it was 1953. Her best friend was the suffering sea. A sturdy youth named Yiping led her up the mountain. Is he still my uncle? With every year, cuts of time raise him from dust. Me — I will wrest this...
Battle Creek | Poetry
Kathleen Ma
A pig in the shape of me goes to the gas station. Two ninety five is not bad for the Midwest, pressed under great slabs of sun. Take it all in, what you know and what you don’t. Don’t get it twisted I would never in my life be the mayor of Battle Creek, Michigan. Open your eyes! You think it’s slick to imagine me so tall, so cool. Let...
