Poetry

They Don’t Mind

Mossy stockings worn to the knees,sticky snow groping these,but she don’t seem to mind it. Snow is solid sweatgathering in her crevices,but she don’t mind the wet. He’s rooted there erect,wobbly without any thrust;he don’t mind the tickly touch. Still, he’ll freeze completelyas he knows he must,but, he don’t mind solidifying,paralysis is trust. Then, next […]

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Palo Moon

She begins her danceby lifting up a ruffle of trees,white flamenco healstremoring, reflectivesyncopated stompsin time with breeze. The snaps of talons,white owls release limbs scratching surfacepassion’s fingers along ivory curves,her courtship piece. Opalescent crown,stars will connect to forge a jeweled peineta,atop a cloudy mantillathat veils the moonin feminine folklore.

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Modern Haiku #1

A Recent Rash of Haiku In a tub of fogthe light shrivels and hope shrinks;Plato pulls the plug. Time craves strict endings–Best let your life simmer asit will be consumed. Protect yourself fromhates harmful undercurrents;ride the changing tide. Black lives must matter;starve hatred and prejudiceto achieve King’s dream. The past is snakeskin;slough the parasites that […]

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Root People

Roots Rising ‘Twas a rebellion rooted in sedimentmonths of tubering under soil.Maturation their only impediment,sharing messages through filaments. After months of vegetative repose,the uprising soon t’would break ground.The Celledrake sensed a grassy noseready to battle the fruits he opposed. Sweet Podrake let out a battle cry,sprawled in curvy, appealing pose,“I’m just as sweet as cranberry!”making […]

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Martin Luther King Jr. Day

Mother Emanuel I am Mother Emanuel.Listen, can you hear my bells ring?Nine times in remembrance of June 17th.I recall Charleston, 1818my members arrestedfor reading,we felt each lash of that beating. I am Mother Emanuel, AME, 1822the trees outside hang heavyfrom tax white lies levy.Prisoners weigh more thanwinter’s ice and snow.Lives as punishment foreach slave revolt. […]

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Making Memories

Happy New Year! I’m grateful for the excitement that each new year brings. New Year’s Day always leads my mind to a place of reflection. As I enjoy the memory-inspired “Tree Series” by Katy Oxborrow, I am struck by the the different ways that trees process memory. This poem questions the purpose of memory for […]

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