Resurrection's Song

Resurrection’s Song is a poem more about the passing of my grandmother and the grief that ebbs and flows through the seasons, than the tree in my backyard where her wind chimes hang. I hear them outside my window now, as I type…

The cold air undressed you
Left you bare, exposed to the freezing rain and blistering wind of December
And in the distance a train whistle blows…

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Georgia Gnats

In the middle of summer,
gnats danced across my eyelids,
like a marching band under Friday night lights,
disrupted only by a gust of breath,
trumpeted out of a slit in perfectly pursed lips,
scattering the cloud of almost invisible but obnoxiously present insects.

They’d quickly return,

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