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Black and Blue by Carol Ronaldson

[tabs tab1="Poem" tab2="Poet Bio"] [tab id=1]The sky is bruised black and blue an angry wound across the sun, a taunting wind plays hide and seek in the tops of trees, blowing leaves teasing hair under skirts laughing here laughing there...

Born Free by Carol Ronaldson

Born free! It's June 16! They crow like cocks proclaiming a new day to the child that stands before me clutching at her mother’s skirts as the traffic light turns red, she stares full of knowing. As I look in...

Life and Death by Carol Ronaldson

The living dead they walk among us wake up take a breath, go to work go on tea go on lunch, go home go to hell, then back again, every single day. They are the invisible ones we pass on...

T.G.I.F. by Carol Ronaldson

The city sighs. She spits out the bitter taste of the week, road rage people rage soul rage regurgitates the bad breath of, Kamikaze taxis snooty SUV’s Blik Met Wiele, and Putco buses someone thought cheerful to paint orange, but...

Feast by Carol Ronaldson

On this unfriendly rain stained winter day, my heart is curled up in my stomach memories as my lady loved ones lay out a feast for my heart. Granny is summer, peeling Paw-Paw while hot Mulberry jam spits on the...