The Good World

but when I painted the deer
I didn’t want to scare her

so I started with the leaves
her slow tongue curled around

then the nearby apples come loose
on their brittling stems

for her alone

I painted even the halfheartedness
of that red then

her’s eyes closing, leaving the sun
to tire by itself

as her lips rolled wetly across
their amiable consonant of eating

then I stopped
for it was her long day’s end

but some apple still glistened

on the tip of my brush







Frannie Lindsay has received prizes from other presses for all of her previous volumes, and has held fellowships from the National Endowment for the Arts and the Massachusetts Cultural Council. Her fifth poetry volume, If Mercy, was published in the spring of 2016 by The Word Works. Her work has appeared in The Atlantic Monthly, The American Poetry Review, The Yale Review, The Georgia Review, Field, Crazyhorse, The Harvard Review, Salamander, and many others. She was awarded the 2008 Missouri Review prize in poetry, and one of her poems appears in Best American Poetry 2014. It has also been featured in Ted Kooser’s syndicated column, American Life in Poetry, on Garrison Keillor’s Writer’s Almanac and on Poetry Daily. She is also a classical pianist, and has been active in greyhound rescue for 23 years.



Issue #68 March 2017
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