Lisa Hickey : Writing

Picasso knows

Picasso knows

A Poem by Lisa Hickey


This is the story I want to tell you about Picasso: light, natural as straw, through the east window, rays and dust. He squeezes long worms of p..
Intersection

Intersection

A Poem by Lisa Hickey


It is on the corner of Beech and Maple that I suddenly forget which world I am in. It is the sight of the flatbed truck that does it, the t..
~Through the miracle of modern timing~

~Through the miracle of modern timing~

A Poem by Lisa Hickey


Yesterday, you were the quick brown fox that jumped over the lazy dog; you were alphabet soup, ((you were anything but blood and bones, you were t..
Why I can't dance in hell

Why I can't dance in hell

A Poem by Lisa Hickey


I push the metal cart up and down the supermarket aisle. Pile in processed food after processed food, unable to find the produce department. I slide..