Agnimagazine: my soul, why are you still seventeen
and drifting like a dog after dark,
dragging a shadow you’ve found?
~from "west of the soul"
by debora greger
agni online
Poemakontsa: a poem by debora greger after a painting of hopper of a man seated in a bed.
the man on the bed
if the heart is a house
it is also the darkness around it.
Yalereview: "the wrong bells rang through the late fall,
falling on fake snow spread over green lawn
in fresno. carols caught in the throats
of loudspeakers nailed to cedars along the street."
from debora greger's "the killer whale of christmas":
Rajoyceucb: —debora greger, “the right whale in iowa”