Yield
Margery HannahA bitter taste an after taste He wants me to swallow He holds my mouth open with Popsicle sticks Over and over he examines it
Love in the Afternoon, Restoration
For the first time, I read a poem of mine (written in real time at the workshop) for an audience. Love in courage, I share my piece:
Babies
Poetic thought on the blessing coming prior to the maturity. Sometimes we postpone decisions or run from opportunity because we feel ill-prepared and lack faith; fear clouds the path to…
Role Call
Roll Call by Margery Hannah I am only a person tall and plain, tongue maimed long ago when cow bells were ringing. I was in love with those big eye…
Taboo Brown and Blue
Genetics dictate we are a 50/50 split of our parents, and researchers have identified various cycles that continue from one generation to the next. But how similar are we really…