Poetry by Jane Muschenetz

Recently Published Work

Long before Reuters and BBC reporters signed off from it, Lviv Ukraine was my hometown, I knew it...

In the movies, villains have accents...

The word "physical" before "therapy," grants musculature...

Everyone says they should have bought Bitcoin 10 yrs. ago. Now, we're all planting trees in the second-best time...

Remember when we all, collectively, agreed...?

They are studying the effects of gendering on language

and cultural norms...

When I close my eyes, the dishwasher...

We don't have a cow to forget to milk, instead

we have Instacart...

As a child trapped at the cutting board, surrounded

by boiled, rooted things (beets, carrots, potatoes...)

"This is poetry?!" English words are interlopers in my mother's mouth. They wear a disguise to fit in...

The lemon tree extracts a price

For every fruit...

I know the pretty, paved road

you're traveling...

At the start of everything

(Before you asked and I said Yes)...

All my words are organic

The commas, free range...

Champagne and vinegar used to be

Polar opposites, but now...

they worked on the building behind our street, for five months straight, two crews...

Post addiction, 

former high-school beauty...

I am trying to remember what we talked about at dinner. It felt like a poem in the making

My 11-year-old son throws the gift of his boredom in my face

My 73-year-old mother wears the heavy silver of her loneliness like a funeral shroud...

It was the year none of us committed suicide, the year Abigail backtracked in her writing skills and Jess learned to talk...

 
 

Animal Poems

Tiger

Tiger eyes watch me
Be still, they say, 
You have no need for fear, 
You and I are not prey

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