Recent content by Vera Ford

Villanelle 1: Your name configures summer to my ear but not the days of waltzing in the heat. How greedy to think we would last the year. We grow old and tired and insincere, In us blisters a rapid need to cheat. Your name configures summer to my ear. We coaxed emotion when the sky was clear...

The night's thinned my blood, slicked it with oil; Filled it with gasoline rainbows and fat. The air's brought this strange life to a boil; I stumble. I cry. And that will be that. I chase gravity, fight physics itself; "Quick," they call, "let's get a boy beside her." I fall, but I know not to...