Wanda+Phipps

Wanda Phipps was born on November 7, 1960. She is a writer living in Brooklyn Newyork. She was born in Washington D.C. and studied theater and English literature at Barnard College of Columbia University in New York City. acting at [|American Conservatory Theatre] in San Francisco, CA and poetry at Naropa Institute in Boulder, CO. Her poems have appeared in over thirty journals including //Exquisite Corpse, Transfer, Red Tape, The world, Hanging Loose, Sensitive Skin, Long Shot Agni Review Poormag and Handymag.//

 **UNTITLED** language is essentially the same under differences people are essentially ambiguous my hands and feet are always colder than the rest of my body his hair all over his body is very long and fine and energy is always separate ends of the same thing her pale toes were black with mud that night and i saw the lawn sprinklers on broadway water pedestrians also if they jay-walked.

 **MORNING POEM #28** I forgot the time with old poems old boxes old papers photographs and the Big Bridge got the boxes I hope so how'd you like the party blinds fell down behind glasses and stone face--the Brit not speaking only watching evaluation not enough room squeezing emptiness into space giggles and spankings old words old thoughts the books are packed and labeled fic/lit psych/phil Homer to use spirit books there's a list and this is another slightly Japanese wardrobe and perfumed soaps the 3-d glasses in the photo and the master of the house of funk a turntable unamplified faux fur turns round and round where will the tryst be this time--who are the partners old wine old looks a smile can be not a smile a kiss not a kiss but a city operational I am with tea and mobility fall into the rhythm that's a sure step old lines old minds step on the leather there's volcanic O. and she's in the desert or Rosalind's feather or Orlando's in the wall a landscape will succeed me--outlive me be me old ties old blues old tune your machine's in the corner broke your head on the moviola now make the dinner table new for a new beginning put another coat of paint on the shelf old tears old ways old baggage here comes a twister Annie's prison reports charred records cool breeze cops on the corner and bullhorns in the park old name old news old fight