Dawn Jazz Landlord of Clocks tick-tocks through my dreams, raining salt on an untamed parade of roses that claw and scrabble towards respite moon. Oh, Lord! I grow weary of the climb; my midnight skin bleeds. Oh, their thorns! yet their faces carry me on, glowing red each dawn. This poem is dedicated both to…
Tag: Langston Hughes
#FF — A Dream Deferred
PHOTO PROMPT © Brenda Cox There are no surveillance bulbs in the market corridors. That job remains with the eyes of the vendors. Where cameras take in impersonal grainy images, sharp eyes recognize shifty movements and remember patterns. I begin taking produce bins. My goal is to have ninety by the time the baby is…
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