Posts by JoAnna Novak

January 9, 2019 | Poetry

dogged night

dogged night

the moon is black

or green i go

a little nuts

flaying flowers

from the brocade

i cord the stems

& swallow the steak

tenderloin

May 7, 2014 | Poetry

PRIVATE INTERACTIONS IN A MIXED-SEX GROUP

Together, we separate. We stare at mud or Easter’s grey river, disciplined, young,
mouthy mutts, steadfast as oranges, stable, on pursuit or in