Ringing Out the Year Like a Poet
Thanks to Eunoia Review, As a Poet, I am ending 2012 on a rather high note.
Please check out my poems, Little Girl Allergic to the Dark and The Haircut, that appear on the site today, and for all my writer friends in this blogverse, considered submitting. The response time is amazing.
Here is one of the poems, a prose poem at that:
Just before sunset she starts to shake, her eyes glaze over, and sweat fills her brow. There are no prescription pills she can take. Her mother has tried many things, practicing Tao, herbal medicine, even called in a witch doctor, but still the convulsions followed sundown.
Her mother longs to swap places, but mothers cannot be allowed to live their children’s lives. So she does what she can; turns on the reading lamp, readjusts the closet light, and even leaves open the Frigidaire. It’s a small price to pay, wilted vegetables and curdled milk.