Here's the poem for the day! It first appeared in Bryant Literary Review.
Detroit
I did not know any better except to love
it, the bluish glow of televisions at night,
snow that fell like promises only to turn
dirty and gray. The downstairs landlords
put up a sign in the backyard saying, This
is paradise and watched as our next-door
neighbor almost strangled his daughter, saying,
Bitch, this is your last chance. Sometimes
I thought about where else I had been, but
not often. The streets in the city were
complicated, changing names midway, leaving
you wondering what miracle might happen next.
Michelle's Spell of the Day
"I come from Detroit where it's rough and I'm not a smooth talker." Eminem
Cocktail Hour
Drinking novel suggestion: Bastard Out Of Carolina Dorothy Allison
Benedictions and Maledictions
Happy Wednesday!
You're pretty enough for me.
ReplyDeleteAnonymous 1, thank you for the compliment but I really don't think we've ever met.
ReplyDeleteAll right I take it back you are what I said you were not, you do understand the uniqueness of the city.
That fucking M&M stole that quote from me. the Bastard!
Peace
mark
I felt the same way about that bitch, Antigone, until it was too late.--Creon of Thebes
ReplyDeleteExcept for the snow, many of the images reminded me of New Orleans. Especially the streets whose names change half way along their length.
ReplyDeleteGo Winged Wheelers!!!!! JLCGULL is with you!!!!!!Fly high, Wings!!!--JLCGULL
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