thank you so very much Susi, as always i’m honored to be in your wonderful hemisphere please check out the Short of It and send in your works everyone LOVE from LA xo
Urban Spring
April short but mighty
we have no peach flowers
only ads promising youth
Spring in the city
without much ado
we wait
Urban Summer
August heavy like old carpet
we have nothing to say
watching her burn in
metaphor of history
our skin dry like sand
Urban Winter
December mild like tea
lights on palm trees
snow on Hallmark cards
Christ on Broadway
no wisemen found
nights are longer
like our hunger
One Good Man
When I ran, I would run to MacArthur Park. At the foot of Downtown split into two by Wilshire Boulevard. When I was a little girl, my grandfather used to take me to MacArthur Park. And after we were done walking around feeding ducks, he would take me to Langer’s for a pastrami sandwich on rye with a kosher pickle. We did not talk much. In between searching his…
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And I am so grateful that you continue to contribute your wonderful thoughts to The Short of It, Marisela! ❤ All the best to you, dear!
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Gorgeous these poems! I love the imagery and emotion in the final two.
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thank you so much Jaya 😊😊😊😊
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The three seasons and the urban touch to them. Love love love them. And the last is beautiful.
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