Neglect to lock a door and your heart flies open.
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Review: The Jaguars That Prowl Our Dreams by Mary Mackey
When I was offered a copy of Mary Mackey's most recent poetry collection, The Jaguars That Prowl Our Dreams, in exchange for a review, I was a little hesitant to accept. But, since I always love trying something new and am never disappointed by how much I learn when I step outside my comfort zone, I decided to snatch up this chancing opportunity.
Pestilence
A pink can, peeking out from beneath a tire.
Flood
Branches buried in gloom, peering at a pearl in the muck.
My Experience At A Climate Rally
The images and voices of people who care to see the earth flourish for generations to come inspired me, speaking worth into something as little as a hair clip. I remember walking in the warm afternoon sunlight to join the climate rally at one of my local parks. Even in my small town, people care.
Dead Sea
Those endless bones, frozen mid-swim.
Sea Life
Hidden waves in the desert sand, rippling like rainbows.
The Town By Scavenger Field
A sliver of hope in the eyes of dead men.
Frozen Heart
Its little tip weeps at what hides underneath.
Selfish
Crushed in a jar; lost hope.
