time to say "see ya"
but rain chills the air
no place to go
in such cold.
tomorrow seems the same,
no one to say "I'll miss you,"
the neighborhood dank with loss
no one home
windows dark
the clouds close as fog.
we think of faces,
those moments of connection,
but the electricity is off
and the day promises
darkness, nothing
urges surrender more
than defeat.
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.)
Robin Ouzman Hislop's poetry is certainly in dialogue with some of the key architects of the 'poetics of indeterminacy' – both the Modernist strands represented by the likes of Beckett and Stein, and the postmodernist strands represented, initially,
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