Sense is a poem with 22 ilkes
ruins a carp of bothersome hand
bells or sanded to round stitch a whole
fundy sometimes that old mustard feeling
under jive turkeys out on godless high thanks
giving oration of more brave than new
to gallows fish gone wrest my fair lad
'Tis a she! could have danced starry the night
but for the someone step on her feets
too big and nov 15 flooding the dark
ling plane of where we can fly through the blue
new to prevail an orangutan swell
against a green whisper uttering screech
to have and to hold and completely distemper.
Barbara Lightner is a 73-year old shameless agitator who began writing poetry in law school to escape the intolerable burden of death by law. She grew up in rural Tennessee among sharecroppers and cotton magnates and lived among killer whale and dolphin when on an island in Puget Sound. She taught Creative Writing at Skagit Valley College in Mount Vernon WA. She currently lives in Wisconsin where she owned and operated a 50-cow dairy farm; opened up and ran the Red Wheelbarrows Bookshop; and tried for political office where she failed miserably. The Madison WI Equal Opportunities Commission granted her its 20th Anniversary Award for Community Organizing in the Women's Community. She has been known to write satire and parody
