the winter anthology
Vol. 7
Diana M. Chien
rhymes for the
modern Nursery
The woman from out of the floor
has, since this morning,
been trying to reach the door.
I sit in my chair and watch her creep
and wonder how far she’ll crawl
while I sleep.
•••
Leafy bitten knocking wool
Rotten apple pouncing fool
Lorem ipsum, that thing you do
Lorem ipsum, etaoin shrdlu
•••
Herbert Lanagan
has eaten the flan again.
•••
A gravestone said
to another gravestone,
“Moss moss moss moss moss?”
“Moss,” replied the other,
“moss moss.”