About My Work
My project has always been one thing: to tell the truth. I write only when I want to, so badly that the poem has to be written. Now that I am becoming an old woman, knowing my time is limited, I’ve screwed up my courage to do readings again, in churches, bars, restaurants, open mics, etc., reading to whoever will listen.
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Poems
Moment
At the moment of my mother’s death
I am rinsing frozen chicken.
No vision, no rending
of the temple curtain, only
the soft give of meat.
I had not seen her in four days.
I thought her better,
and the hospital did not call,
so I am fresh from
an office Christmas party,
scotch on my breath
as I answer the phone.
And in one moment all my past acts
become irrevocable.
Carol Gloor
Published in CALYX, A Journal of Art and Literature by Women, Vol 25, No.3
