Call Me Greedy A poem by Marcia Mitrowski Call Me GreedyGive me a bowl of happiness,black cherries reigning without birdsdancing about in a tango of pecks.Dress me in silk from golden corncobsstripped before boiling or fire roasting,I’ll collect a zillion... Continue Reading →
Moving A poem by Marcia Mitrowski Moving When I left my long island, how the skyrolled up into itself, five hundred milesto my new location, pieces of it tucked away now at the corners of old houseswhere I miss its... Continue Reading →
Healing A poem by Marcia Mitrowski Healing “A good laugh healsa lot of hurts.” Madeleine L’EngleHow we all laugh the samealthough our languagesskim the edges of our teeth,arise from our damp throatsas frogs from spring ponds,or slowly sneak between... Continue Reading →
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