What can I say? I'm from the deep south, which I dearly miss, especially my green thumb, which was left behind, but I do get the creeps when I go back.
The Color of Where Where I'm from,
tomatoes bloom big as
silicone tits.
Cuke-vines ravage
the leafy tresses of
blushing radish while
beans ravish the trembling trellis;
swollen sleek zucchinis
plunder cabbagy crevices and huge-wombed yellows despoil all doubts.
All around, the keening kudzu
snakes its devouring grope and
hydrangeas climax pink and blue
like frilly frocks for fledgling hopes.
You know, I think I'd return to Eden
but for the blood-mad mosquito
the bleak, peak-less vistas
the two-faced moribund sky
gray as April's alpine slush
the hominid scent of incest
nesting in the brush.
Mary Angela Nangini's poems celebrate the richness of life and love. From the city to cottage-country and the roads in between, Nangini explores the changing seasons of her varied region. (This book will soon be reprinted in hard cover.)
Dear readers, this is my third book of poems, and inside are a special collection of what have turned out to be not only MY personal favorites, but also the favorites of many of YOU. Some of these have never been available in print before...
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