Writers Are Parents
The poetry in Art of Escape is short but meticulous and sure of itself. The words know what they need to say, and they say it proudly. From the armadillo to the octopus to us, we live and take breath from the same land. Home is where we make it.
I am delighted to share my poem, Tears of Luna, is published at Spillwords Press! + life news.
Neglect to lock a door and your heart flies open.
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.
A pink can, peeking out from beneath a tire.
Branches buried in gloom, peering at a pearl in the muck.
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.
Those endless bones, frozen mid-swim.
Hidden waves in the desert sand, rippling like rainbows.
A sliver of hope in the eyes of dead men.
Its little tip weeps at what hides underneath.
Crushed in a jar; lost hope.
