Tag: Barbara Ungar
Barbara Ungar – PRIVILEGE (or, WHY WE CALL THE LAKE BDE...
I am swimming on this hot May day
on a deserted beach in my white skin
I learned to swim in Minneapolis lakes,
one named after...
Barbara Ungar – Dear Bill
Isn’t it great
not being dead yet
you’d say and giggle.
Is it great being dead too?
Lucky, Whitman calls it.
When you were my age
you’d been dead five...
Barbara Ungar – Venus with a Mirror
after Titian
Love expects her own radiance to last
forever.
Her large soft body,
doughy belly and arms
no woman today would want,
but the face—
supermodel...
Barbara Ungar – Après Moi
Let them eat storms
Let them eat fire
Let them eat drones
Let them eat lies
Let them eat bump stocks
Let them eat coal
Let them eat bullets
Let them...
Barbara Ungar – Ars Poetica
I love to comb
a poem the way
girls do their dolls’
hair singing
as I brushed
and braided mane
and tail curried
every inch
of the pony
I owned only
in words and...
Barbara Ungar – Call Me Medusa
Some years ago, when I had braces
and headgear, I’d pull my hair
through the openings in the cap
contraption so as not to flatten
the curls. Hence...
Barbara Ungar
Barbara Ungar’s fifth book, Save Our Ship, winner of the Richard Snyder Memorial Prize from Ashland Poetry Press, was named to Kirkus Reviews’ Best...
Barbara Ungar – Save Our Ship
Barbara Ungar’s impressively wide-ranging collection is prefaced with two aptly chosen epigraphs which serve to introduce the philosophical terrains across which many of these...