Poetry – Page 19 – That Terry

The Sound of My Name – Dily Morris

November 15, 2012March 19, 2020 Author

Over and over I call her back to me– her flowered bathrobe with pink trim around the collar glasses a little crooked hair wispy white. Scuffing blue terrycloth slippers she turns toward me, grasping the counter edge for balance, and speaks my name with more love than anyone ever squeezed into one word. Over and over I listen to the sound of my name– the…

For She Is A Tree Of Life – Marge Piercy

October 2, 2012May 4, 2020 Author

In the cramped living room of my childhood between sagging rough-skinned sofa that made me itch and swaybacked chair surrounded by ashtrays where my father read every word of the paper shrouded in blue smoke, coughed rusty phlegm and muttering doom, the rug was a factory oriental and the pattern called tree of life. My mother explained as we plucked a chicken tree of…