Dogwood snow in blue
Efficiency light, midnight
Red earth, grass, shadows
Receive the floral frost
I lie in blue efficiency
Light, midnight
In green satin pajamas on
Green, Spring grass
Shade trees hide the
Moonlight. Starlight too
Does not touch Earth
Here. Only my bare feet
My bare fingers, my
White light hair tangled
In green, Spring grass
And falling dogwood snow.
My bare feet bleed
This night, like so many nights
Having fled and found jagged
Gray rocks hidden in the grass
I have fallen here
My flight this night will be
Unsuccessful. He will find me
Anyway though I am green
In the green grass
White in the blue light
Red blood on red earth
Silent as dogwood snow.
-M.
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I am an essayist and poet. My work has been rejected by some of the finest journals in America. Fortunately, it also gets accepted from time to time and has appeared in equally fine journals such as Word Riot, Inlandia, Brew City Magazine, and SageWoman, among others.. In 2002, I won the Academy of American Poets Prize for Vanderbilt University.
For no good reason, I possess an unnecessarily dark humor which is why being third generation California Inland Empirian delights me so. My gods are weird. I once won $350 for writing a smartassed essay on “why the wise use of water is important in my daily life”. I am undoubtedly the Greek god Hermes’ special snowflake. I’m pretty sure I got into college via a series of fortuitous clerical errors.
When I had to grow up and get a real job, I decided against it and stayed a writer. I have worked many odd—and I mean odd—jobs to support my habit: PR writer for country music hopefuls, resume massager, WalMart fitting room attendant and switchboard operator, and telephone psychic, just to name a few.
I am also albino. That's why my psychic gifts are so strong. I traded in my pigment for magical foresight, because that's how it works. It gets all technical. Trust me. That's totally how it works.
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