This poem appears in the summer Chicago edition of Wicked Alice
...Somewhere in San Paulo
it's dark. Doors slam.
Claustrophobia sets in like a loosened belt.
On the edge of the city,
margaritas are served in salt glasses.
The stars match the number of scars on her arms,
legs, face, ears...
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Reviews of "Somewhere in San Paulo published in Wicked Alice"
This is an awesome and powerful poem! These lines especially grabbed me:
"The earth curls,
roots twist through tunnels.
Unborn streets spilt into two cities
both inaccessible."
I see I am behind in your books, will be catching up very soon! I always enjoy your work...it is exceptional in its depth and understanding of the human psyche, especially the female psyche.
P.S.
I've been a way for a while, but I am finding my way back!:)
Expecting the third chapbook sis. . . this really is a wonderful set up to a great poem on the referring link! A winner of a poem! (And a winner of a cute baby on the biopic!)
blessin's
cynth'ya lewis reed
Interesting opening and piques the readers interest for sure.
Fee
Reviewed by Linda Luna (Reader)
Reviewed on July 29, 2006
Tightly crafted poem - expressed the pain in a woman's life in poor third world country - selling their body but trying to hold onto their soul - the mental madness...thank you for telling HER story.
LL*
Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
Reviewed on July 29, 2006
I had an ex who self harmed, scars all down her arms..
I read that into this..
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This is an awesome and powerful poem! These lines especially grabbed me:
"The earth curls,
roots twist through tunnels.
Unborn streets spilt into two cities
both inaccessible."
I see I am behind in your books, will be catching up very soon! I always enjoy your work...it is exceptional in its depth and understanding of the human psyche, especially the female psyche.
P.S.
I've been a way for a while, but I am finding my way back!:)
blessin's
cynth'ya lewis reed
Regis
Fee
LL*
I read that into this..