by Joan Stuart Ross

Blinds my left eye
Light hits my chair
my desk
Drenches baskets
family photos
delayed taxes
of the past three years or so
Fuses closets shelves and boxes
Holes in all that closet’s clothes

II. Who has a heart of gold I could sit in setting light keep chairs safe for others rungs intact never snicker when it rocks too far back scares the sitter Don’t think it’s funny to see fright In my mouth ten crowns of gold Fill soft enamel Grinding

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Joan Stuart Ross was educated at Boston Latin School, Connecticut College, Yale, and the Universities of Iowa and WA. She received the Betty Bowen Award from the Seattle Art Museum and a Rome Fellowship from the Northwest Institute of Architecture and Urban Studies. Joan exhibited “Texts & Messages,” a show of her recent paintings, at Edmonds Community College and she presently has artwork on view in "Mark My Word," at the Museum of Northwest Art. Joan teaches printmaking, drawing, watercolor, and ancient art history at North.