Poetry books stacked on the sofa
Poetry on the sofa

Poems by Joannie Kervran Stangeland
Miscellany
   A Brief Meditation...
   The Apologies of J. Alfred P.
   Seven Sins, Eight Questions

   The Clinic
   Vessel
   Thrive
   Above Ground
   Lingering
   September Medicine
   Autumn Lieder
   On a Fall Sunday
   At Winter's Door
   Sustenance
   Everything from Scratch
   Elements
   How Will You Color Your Shadow?

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Miscellany


The Clinic

In the radiology lab
all of the magazines are old,
as though there is still so much time.

See, you can still shed 10 pounds,
don summer frocks from last season's Vogue.
You can spend a while in the creased images.

Results. You wait for the outcome
of shadows emblazoned
in gray regions on a glass.

In this sitting, the minutes stretch like hours,
a day endless even as moments
slough from you like breath.