Written with my Thursday night group with the prompts: Zelda is in heat, until next time, tomatoes in the front yard, tell me what you want, straight faced, remember when, professional, phone store, old stale coffee, my turn, mysterious holes, in Russia, mosquitos, mask maker’s daughter Zelda sat on the porch in the heat of … Continue reading The Mask Maker’s Daughter
One more poem of mine to finish up National Poetry Month Tonight you sit on the front steps facing south beckoning me with your dry lips your moist fingers. I am already here but I am still and you do not recognize me. I press against your skin, a sweaty companion: I am hot and … Continue reading Delta Breeze
In September, when summer lingers in the valley, the sky hovers low and dusky over the city. Few brave the hot pavement. Children hide in curtained bedrooms gazing at flickering screens, grown-ups sequester themselves in air-conditioned boxes apartments, offices, sedans. No one sees Saint Francis arising from concrete statuary, the Virgin of Guadalupe stepping out … Continue reading When Summer Lingers
