Contributions by Ruth Madievsky

Issue 17 | Summer 2015

Poem for Hands

By | Poetry

Hands like ghost stories, hands like creosote, sleep-walking hands, hands of fruit salesmen, of dentists, hands like watermelon seeds, all tendril and taste bud, the gloved hands of surgeons as they make the first cut. Hands like whispers and hands like mirrors, hands releasing fireflies or floating in formaldehyde, hands kneading the shortbread, hands beating …