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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 3968 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention DayLife dinnyc “In the sixty-three years I have lived some instants are electric:” (Claribel Alegria, “Summing Up”) I haven’t been imprisoned for opinions. I haven’t been a martyr, or a saint. Mine own electric moments wear lesser wattage. . . . . . I have Glowed in the sunrise on the Ile de la Cite… Breakfasted Wallace Stevens propped on baby oatmeal… Climbed a Florida holly tree… Been nudged by elephants in amber velvet noontime… Beheld my child at 1:29… Stood shaking on the phone of my fears . . . . .tongue turned to rock in sympathy with death… Watched anvil-tipped thunderheads form, and grow, . . . . .and explode crying over forever… Been incandescent, ignorant…been laughter-graced… Said yes far more than no, and gladdened… Been glazed, been glossed, been gilded. Beheld the dead, and washed their hands. As night encroaches, sliding wetly into place, As something stirs and whirls in a stellar nursery, As we look out sideways through the spiral arms, I will push the hood back off my hair In the company of women speaking truth. |
