Tag Archives: Alison Taverna

That Summer

by Alison Taverna My mother vanishes from dinner parties: card nights with the neighbors; Budweiser, burgers, tortellini salad. The guests cross lawns like sidewalks, smell of sunscreen, our front door…

The Ocean

by Alison Taverna She wants a poem. She wants it happy. I tell her happy doesn’t sell. What I mean is I’ve never felt the heel-kick, skip of a moment…