by Carol Dorf
When the young ask “Why
did you let it go on so long?”
they have forgotten
an essential fact—he was
our dictator—small fingers,
and disconnected
speech rhythms of our crazy
uncles raging on.
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| Art by Adrian Teal |
When the young ask “Why
did you let it go on so long?”
they have forgotten
an essential fact—he was
our dictator—small fingers,
and disconnected
speech rhythms of our crazy
uncles raging on.
Carol Dorf has three chapbooks available, Given (Origami Poems), Some Years Ask (Moria Press), and Theory Headed Dragon (Finishing Line Press). Her poetry appears in Shofar, About Place, Great Weather For Media, Slipstream, The Mom Egg, Sin Fronteras, Heresies, Feminist Studies, Scientific American, and Maintenant. She is poetry editor of Talking Writing. She is interested in the intersections between poetry, disability, science and parenting.
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