Poems from Annette M Velasquez
I wish that I had
written down
the writer's name
but I don't even remember
the publication-
only that I read this
while waiting in the...
Plump speckled hen
clutched to my chest
carried as a child
or as some other heavy
load.
And my husband with the rooster,
talons tied
- we...
I've hopscotched cross-country
riding Greyhound buses
waiting in dirty terminals
- those havens for drifters...
And I recall my arrival...
The only constant is change
- this
a
fundamental truth
carrying us through
transitions
and transformations
oftentimes
upheavals
all the...
Dylan,
with that unmistakable
" been there, done that"
voice-
it bears no honeyed
sweetness
just grit,
honest
sung oh, so true...
and this...