Shifting the Sun by Diana Der-Hovanessian

When your father dies, say the Irish, you lose your umbrella against bad weather. May his sun be your light, say the Armenians. When your father dies, say the Welsh, you sink a foot deeper into the earth. May you inherit his light, say the Armenians. When your father dies, say the Canadians, you run…

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Poetry in Plain Sight

There are posters around Winston-Salem sharing Poetry in Plain Sight. I saw this one on Friday. Love is simple like mangos at market. ripening beneath uncertain fingers. ~ Kat Bodrie