Monday, 5 August 2013

1 Poem by Joseph Stern

The Spoon

Spoon fed sweet comfort
In our mouths can make us doze
Which feels so nice

Like lying on pillows in a limo
Being driven, in our softest dreams,
Along a gorgeous path

To a bed where a smile and soothing words
Cross any missing meaning
Behind our backs.


Bionote

Originally from Montreal, Joseph Stern attended high school in Thailand, undergrad in China, post-grad in a British university, and has lived and worked in a dozen countries.  He has been nominated for a Pushcart this year for a poem on supernatural dinner etiquette, and was lucky to be introduced to poetry in Richard Hague's poetry workshop.

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