Sheila-Na-Gig Inc.

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Kirk Judd

To My Husband’s Brilliant Niece
Who Planned a Tidy Suicide
My sister did too—
canceled credit cards, her cell,
positioned aromatic vases,
styled her clothing, her hair,
laid herself down on a plastic sheet.
She seemed to know exactly
where she was going.
I suspect you did too,
your pedagogics a microcosm
of quantum curiosity
and looped worlds,
your dreams of the afterlife
full thrust, faster than light—
a place no sun need shine.
I hope you will look for her there.
She answers to the name Margaret,
her aura overtones of trying-so-hard
and never-good-enough.
A kindred spark, opting
to take the same shortcut home.
My People Was Music
 (Reprint)
by Kirk Judd

Includes QR code for MP3 download: Powerful spoken word performances, featuring some of West Virginia’s Finest poets and musicians.

ISBN: 9798985524284 — $20.00 ($4.63 US Shipping per order)

Also see Porch Poems!

Poems Were


under the steps and
at the end of the porch
beside the dead spot
in the grass
where all
the beer drinkers pee

out by the fence
where the old pipe
still leans

in the water
the well
the leech bed

in the seal
on the septic tank

in the mud
on the shovel

in the
boarded-up fireplace
the cupboards
the iron skillets

in the jar
of black snake skins

in the river
the campfire
the lilac bush

in the kitchen
when we weren’t looking
playing cards
or telling stories
and somehow
they found us anyway
words slipping
out of us
when we told
what happened

what we did
where we were when
and who was that that said
that thing we all remembered
and they still made sense
and they still do
and rhymed
in their own sweet time
and we never knew

we never knew 
 
 
 
 
 

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