In the boulevard before crossing to the front steps, I’m stopped in my tracks and breath. On the porch—the wicker loveseat once your aunt’s, blue shirt, beard newly trimmed—I see you clear as day.
Two Flash Essays
Tag: Linda Parsons
Book Review: Flying Yellow, by Suzanne Underwood Rhodes
Like the best marriages, the term pietas metrica, employed by the poet-priest Gerard Manley Hopkins, joins the highest expressions of nature and religion. Suzanne Underwood Rhodes’ Flying Yellow: New and Selected Poems further deepens and humanizes this notion, moving from the “pitch-black storms” of girlhood to a “ladder of arms” raising her to an ecstatic Sufi-like whir capturing in word and heart the fruited world around and within her.
Book Review: Candescent, by Linda Parsons
This is no self-pitying record of defeat, but a book of rebirth and restoration, a fact suggested by several poems’ titles: “O Forgiveness,” “Therapy Dog,” “The Art of Meditation,” “Battered Victory,” “Stand Up,” “As I Meditate,” “Learning to Glide,” and “Inner Work.” It is a book of candescent triumph.
Believe
Seven schools in twelve years— / my childhood shifted pillar to post.
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As I Meditate
slick with moss and missteps, sways side / to side from the first plop, scarce light / at surface, cove darkened with desire / and suffering samsara.
After Easter
The airy headroom, where the egg flattens, / that's where you begin.
O Forgiveness
You’d swear an egg / cracked ever so gently, the white seepage, / yolk rivered to your ears.
Psaltery & Lyre 