Tag Archives: Gretchen Primack

Poem by Gretchen Primack

Posted on September 13, 2011 by marc

The Crush   This is the beginning, and we all know how that is. She takes your order, no matter what she does for a living. You flip the cup to signal coffee and it fills with bright birds. The … Continue reading →

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Three Poems by Gretchen Primack

Posted on June 23, 2011 by marc

Doris Can Juggle three suits of French armor. Three handfuls of straight pins without losing a one. She can juggle a bleached blue beached rowboat, disorientation, and a fig branch, blindfolded. She can juggle disbelief, a V of geese, and … Continue reading →

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