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Joanna Suzanne Lee: The Colors Of A RelationshipColor Theory my head turns to follow the camaro as it blurs gleaming in June sunlight; There is no color as candy blue you say, & it is just another round with the heavy bag as we cruise swerving riverward a hot back road, windows down, my skin glistening like metal. i smile and duck is so, i say, & you bob and grin and i wish every Sunday were like this: fistless not-at-your-face fights where you just brush my cheek and we ride, river- wound and sticky sweet, instead of sitting like regrets, side-by side plucking apologetic petals that fade. love is not pink. Read the poetry of Joanna Suzanne Lee Read a profile of Joanna Suzanne Lee Jacqueline Czel: From Battle-Axe to Totem, And Much In Between When I Grow Up I am going to become an emblazoned battle-axe, a busy-body biddy, and a foul-mouthed fishwife, who speaks her mind. I am going to become, a fate, a fury, and a fussbudget, who doesn't waste any time. When I grow up, I am going to become a venemous virago, a gorgon, and an old war-horse too. And I'll make sure I'm a crotchety pain in the ass. That's just what I'll do. And I am going to boldly, just tell it like it is because when I grow up, I won't be wasting time, trying to figure out, how to live. I'm going to become, a white-haired witch, perhaps a scholarly sage. A reader of the seasons, and moving tides, and certainly more than a digital page. I am going to become, a beldam, a grand-mom, a dowager, hag or an old bag, I am going to be - as stubborn as a mule, and - Oh, the best of nags. I am going to criticize quick fix cooking, and the ways of the waist whittling world, and predict if children in still flat bellies, are indeed - a boy or a girl. When I grow up, I am going to become, a most discerning crone. And I am going to be able to hear brewing tempests and my children's sorrows in that distance on the phone. I will be somewhat weathered, and withered - but very, very wise, and I will detect the follies of youth, with my laugh-lined eyes. When I grow up, I will become a crazy old bat, a cantankerous crab, or an eccentric old bird, and I will no longer worry about purpose, or gold. I will become the Totem - blessing the family fold. Read the poetry of Jacqueline Czel Read a profile of Jacqueline Czel VerseWrights Warmly Welcomes Poet
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All in Perspective Earth rolls through the tidal pull of the moon; ocean rises to and eases from the sway of her lunar love. The planet plows into the mirror seasons of its hemispheres on a tipsy, spinning, elliptical path. We forever fall as an autumn leaf past the sun, all of us twirling and arcing unawares, or with equal truth each holds a central point hidden within, around which the universe dances at our whim. Read the poetry of Matthew Quinn Read a profile of Matthew Quinn |
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