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I meant to write something profound deep Move people impress with my erudition touch I forgot what I would write in a sea of waterlilies Instead I reached in black water Pulled two slick stems Wound white blossoms in black rope Floral masthead for… Continue Reading “Friday Poem”
Poetry, because it is so precise and chiseled, can tell stories and convey ideas that otherwise would take volumes. We are educated about the past in many ways. Poetry, especially this exquisite poetry, is one of those ways. I offer two poems by Rita… Continue Reading “In honor of Juneteenth Day”
Roux the day bacon Iron skillet peppered black We’re properly bisqued ____________________ Photo by Leonard Alcira on Unsplash
Brown paper bag, full High-heeled boots spilling, those days Thick-soled boots, laced up ______________________ Photo by Robert Nelson on Unsplash
Well dry, exhausted Stop digging, stop looking down Go find wild green weeds ____________________ Photo by Ilnur Kalimullin on Unsplash
Other people have hummingbirds They know things I don’t know Magic they read in books, their mothers’ notes I lost those chapters They have other secrets Instructions pasted in scrapbooks, songs All the words to every verse I heard them once on the radio… Continue Reading “Flutter”
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