The Sky Like a Bruised Banana by Alicia Cole

Jaundiced. The joy seeps
from my sister’s throat:

the sky wailing is a torn train.


Alicia Cole lives with a photographer and a bevy of animals. Over their
house, egrets and great blue herons fly. She has a penchant for birding,
blackberries, and walking through brambles. Her poetry and fiction may be
found or is forthcoming in Birkensnake, Looking Landwards, Loose Leaf Tea
and Third Wednesday. A more complete bibliography may be found at
three-magpies.livejournal.com