November 2009

Jeannie Vanasco


This marks an author's first online publication Jeannie Vanasco is a regular contributor to The Times Literary Supplement and an assistant editor at Lapham's Quarterly.


A line of bare trees forms a brown wall across the street.
If I follow the wall, it will take me to the water tower I climbed
as a girl. What about the wall in my room?
What about the window in my wall?
I look out at the red sky.

The clouds look like the slow-moving shapes of a mobile I made.
My father hung the mobile from a hook
he fastened to the ceiling, but the mobile disappeared.
I never asked about my father.
I never asked what happened.



Jeannie Vanasco: Poetry
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