december

December 21 (was “Elenin”)

by Janet Phelan   With a sweep of his hand He rewrites the sky As stars are flung free Of their constellations And the planets are torn From their magnetic convivialities And, amazed, spin out to find New affinities   Or none at all Back in Texas The glass slips from your hand And floats…Continue Reading…

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The Dark Haired Child

by┬áJanet Phelan   I am the dark- haired child doe eyed and silent and though I scrub and scrub no amount of peroxide or bleach will ever make me fair   I inhabit corners and porch stoops Streetlamps and moonlight guide my passage as I glide through the margins and footnotes of life   You…Continue Reading…