This poem describes a mother who moved with her family from Long Island to rural North Georgia, where they faced suspicion from their neighbors for being outsiders. To try to fit in, the mother studied the local Foxfire culture and made sour gherkin pickles, taking a long time to find the right balance of sweet and tart flavors as a metaphor for adjusting to her new life far from family among religious locals. The gherkins floating in vinegar and sugar represented how she had to learn to blend in with the rural town culture.
The poem is written from the perspective of a dog whose owner has been too busy to spend time with or properly care for the dog. As a result, the dog has destroyed various items in the home out of boredom and frustration over not receiving attention or being taken for walks. The dog prays to God, lamenting that it has not received a bone in three weeks since its owner has been too occupied to care for it properly.
This 3 sentence poem describes a man who picks a tangerine each morning, likening it to capturing heat from the rising sun. The tangerine's vibrant orange color reminds the speaker of a bloodshot eye opening to the new day. The man brings the tangerine to a woman and they share its bittersweet juice together, shaking with emotion at the dawn of a new morning.
This poem reflects on the speaker's childhood memories of her father's beehives and the honey they produced. It describes how her parents went through a divorce, abruptly changing her life, and how her mother's friends who had bought two of the beehives could not keep them due to the bees' agitation during thunderstorms and their inability to handle sudden changes in atmospheric pressure.
A rusted 45 mph sign was stuck in cracked clay, held up by vines that wound around it like some caring women who keep things upright. The morning glories that held the sign provided a touch of pink color against its rust and brought a bit of beauty shining against the flash of passing cars amid the heat and dust.
This poem describes how bamboo unexpectedly grew in the backyard of a house on Long Island. The bamboo started with a single shoot but eventually grew to cover the entire backyard, swaying and shimmering. Though the woman who lived there is now gone, the memory of the bamboo provides comfort, as it serves as a reminder to quietly bend and grow through difficult times.
This poem describes a mother who moved with her family from Long Island to rural North Georgia, where they faced suspicion from their neighbors for being outsiders. To try to fit in, the mother studied the local Foxfire culture and made sour gherkin pickles, taking a long time to find the right balance of sweet and tart flavors as a metaphor for adjusting to her new life far from family among religious locals. The gherkins floating in vinegar and sugar represented how she had to learn to blend in with the rural town culture.
The poem is written from the perspective of a dog whose owner has been too busy to spend time with or properly care for the dog. As a result, the dog has destroyed various items in the home out of boredom and frustration over not receiving attention or being taken for walks. The dog prays to God, lamenting that it has not received a bone in three weeks since its owner has been too occupied to care for it properly.
This 3 sentence poem describes a man who picks a tangerine each morning, likening it to capturing heat from the rising sun. The tangerine's vibrant orange color reminds the speaker of a bloodshot eye opening to the new day. The man brings the tangerine to a woman and they share its bittersweet juice together, shaking with emotion at the dawn of a new morning.
This poem reflects on the speaker's childhood memories of her father's beehives and the honey they produced. It describes how her parents went through a divorce, abruptly changing her life, and how her mother's friends who had bought two of the beehives could not keep them due to the bees' agitation during thunderstorms and their inability to handle sudden changes in atmospheric pressure.
A rusted 45 mph sign was stuck in cracked clay, held up by vines that wound around it like some caring women who keep things upright. The morning glories that held the sign provided a touch of pink color against its rust and brought a bit of beauty shining against the flash of passing cars amid the heat and dust.
This poem describes how bamboo unexpectedly grew in the backyard of a house on Long Island. The bamboo started with a single shoot but eventually grew to cover the entire backyard, swaying and shimmering. Though the woman who lived there is now gone, the memory of the bamboo provides comfort, as it serves as a reminder to quietly bend and grow through difficult times.
This poem describes a man who rides a Harley Davidson motorcycle. He is tough and burly but also seeks kindness. He calls the narrator "Sweetie" but refuses soft kisses. While he portrays a tough image by riding his motorcycle, he has softer emotional sides such as crying when his kitten dies.
This poem describes a man who rides a Harley Davidson motorcycle. He is tough and burly but also seeks kindness. He calls the narrator "Sweetie" but refuses soft kisses. While he portrays a tough image by riding his motorcycle, he has softer emotional sides such as crying when his kitten dies.