Your Color is Hope

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“Moon Song” Used with Permission of Artist Lisa Telling Kattenbraker

Your color is hope,
birdsong on sunbeams,
a peaceful night’s sleep,
a bittersweet violin air,
raindrops on cottage roses
in full-spiced bloom,
the last snowflake of May,
and the urge to sail
over blue-green waves
with moon-drunk words
on my lips, tasting hope.

Copyright 2018 Brenda Davis Harsham Continue reading

For the First Words Spoken after a Long Silence

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after Terrance Hayes’s lines:
sing until our blood is jazz,
we swing from June to June

Our skin is too tight. We need to sing,
our spirits folded into cranes, until
we can no longer stop our
words from spilling like blood, Continue reading