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Blanket of Daffodils by Linda Nemec Foster
How to define the wordyellow?Tart lemon that stingsyour mouth; shining sunthat blinds your eyes;deep blanket of daffodilsthat caresses your face.Yes, the yellow of petalthat defies… Read more.
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Look to the Crocus by Marion McCready
Eyelids are the final petals closing on this life. When I die, place crocuses on my eyes—they will guide me. I kneel down next to… Read more.
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Babylon by Robert Graves
For Day 2 of National Poetry Month, I give you Robert Graves’ “Babylon”: The child alone a poet is: Spring and Fairyland are his. Truth… Read more.
This is the Mask
This is the mask.
My mask.
It hides my scars: The scared girl I was.
The scared woman I am.
The seeker that never finds what she is looking for and wonders if she is even worthy to know.
This is the mask.
My mask.
It lets me pretend
It lets me believe
It lets me feel strong, look strong, be strong.
Until I take it off.
~Nicole Kapise Perkins
“Words made faerie tales.”
— le thi diem thuy
This is the Mask 