Last night’s PACKED #poetryparty house, panorama by Joshua Kristal.
This is me in all my post-performance glory!
I got both of my books signed, I got hugs from Tracy K. Smith AND Philip Levine, oh and I even got...
thorny fingers flick the flesh
and i have thought
iloveyouiloveyouiloveyou
and you’re there but i cannot touch you
i cannot touch you
“This — For the Moon — Yes?” by Carl Sandburg.
from Slabs of the Sunburnt West, published in 1922.
“The Sound of the Trees” by Robert Frost.
Mountain Interval, 1916.
Poem submission by doodlebimbee
Her life was a string of awkward moments no one else remembered.
nobody said,
“Who is this
Chameleon Girl?” when she entered a room they pretended not to notice her.
And she pretended to be a ghost.
She walked through hallways filled with glances that warped around and through her
always going somewhere
never where she was but she took up more space than a ghost.
She had a room full of memories that didn’t belong to her.
Sometimes she made up stories about the girl who lived there.
Sometimes
she looked at photos of fickle smiles and wondered,
Who is this
Chameleon Girl?
Poem submission by doodlebimbee Her life was a string of awkward moments no one else remembered. nobody said, “Who is...
Poem submission by doodlebimbee Her life was a string of awkward moments no one else remembered. nobody said, “Who is...