However, the backdrop for this poem is not what most marble is used for, a god in crisis or an ancient emperor. Instead it is a four hour visit with my mom at her cabin, watching her cook a simple roast beef lunch. Ordinary and extraordinary all at the same time. Love does that.
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Peace Poem II: Epiphany Me
This is the other poem I read at the 3rd annual World Peace Poets Read-In. At this event I like to be the last poet to read. These Read-In’s go for about three to six hours, so, a bit of humor at the end is helpful. My prose poem “Epiphany Me” uses crude language butContinue reading “Peace Poem II: Epiphany Me”