PoetryParrot on Her Shoulder by Carol Hamilton
Parrot on Her Shoulder We are old now though we only spoke of it in laughing tones You swore you would sit on your porch and watch the world pass by a…

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Writing by Carol Hamilton published in Dual Coast Magazine. 7 pieces from the archive, free to read.
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PoetryParrot on Her Shoulder We are old now though we only spoke of it in laughing tones You swore you would sit on your porch and watch the world pass by a…
PoetryRituals They give our lives meaning we laughed to each other at sunset as we again raised the bear safe at timberline and suddenly realized no bear was likely at that altitude.…
The moon is moving away from us, hitching itself ever higher by its own tuggings at our gravity. It is paling out, like your face, but so gradually, I think you are…
In this desert dust my hands touch her hands dust to dust stone charred supper over jawbone lifted rabbit to bone bone beneath stone bone to bone
We, thoughtless, had an Easter Parade, the principal a tall, mercurial Irishman, Judy Garland and fashion all playing their part, paper plates, construction paper, paste making up the rest. There in the…
The things around them turned Dutch painters greedy for light, which could not have come so often, for I, too, lived edged by the North Sea and saw little enough of it.…
One son tells of when his baby brother turned blue, and he and elder sister say the epoch of our hell is gone, never happened to them. But the youngest, the one…