A funny thing happened on the way to Maine to read a poem. I ran over a blown-out tire on I-95 somewhere in New Hampshire. The slight impact bent part of my front fender. Of course this happened a few hours before I was to participate in a poetry reading hosted by WAVE (Writers and Authors for Visceral Entertainment) for the Belfast Art Walk. Luckily, I was two highway exits away from the amazing service team at Starkey Ford that… Keep Reading
“Girl in Pink, Refugee Camp” by Lori Schreiner (Oil on Paper) © Save the Children, Photo of Lori’s painting by Jessica Weitz My poem “How to shave your head after the first chemotherapy cycle” in American Poetry Journal’s December issue #15. About The American Poetry Journal Journal & Poetry Editor: Theresa Senato Edwards Assistant Poetry Editor: Hannah Craig Book Reviewer: Carolee Bennett Founding Editor: J.P. Dancing Bear Contact: firstname.lastname@example.org Website: https://www.apjpoetry.org/
Cur-sed is the barren Cur-sed is the fertile There is no lasting fruit in the Republic of Gilead
Haiku #14 Hiding in the tall grass: Your red Obi sash and my tortoiseshell comb.
Haiku #13 Green looping vine, Japanese Honeysuckle climbs toward hot sky.
Kimono tossed over shoji screen. “Lover, draw down the rattan shade.”
Haiku #11 Pregnant ingénue. Leading man twice her age disposed of the body.
After the Egg Hunt I gave him the lavender ribbon from my hat in exchange for a kiss, hard boiled egg dyed gold. “Made it special for ya,” he said, pointing to the gilded treat laid on bed of green shredded paper lining the bottom of a white hand basket. Sitting on the porch, legs crossed windows open so mama can hear the call of birds and bees: his mouth earnest, to my ear dripping honey, thick shadow of midday… Keep Reading
Pusheen the Cat strolling by blooming daffodils; Spring in the city.