Poetry No. 52 – Tashiana Seebeck

Sing, Ladies I’ll tell you of a song on Apollo’s nightstand about the gutters of Paris and themes of magnolia vines, emptiness, statistics about tsunamis, churches, zine artists, twelve-year plans, the debutante meetings on Tuesday evenings, where pink is disallowed and cucumbers encouraged, arthritis, green mango skin, Gucci, God, lilypads, Chrysler’s year-end sales event, bonsai trees, and gasoline fog suckling on the Golden Gate Bridge. … Continue reading Poetry No. 52 – Tashiana Seebeck