Poems from Sylvia Davis Mar

It began when a little girl raided through her mother’s old clothing on a rainy, summer afternoon. Boxes and bins began to empty as she set...
Her alarm went off at six in the morning She heard wedding bells in her sleep, then the snooze went off-- a warning.   He turned on the...
A joker isn’t always funny, A house isn’t always a home, A father isn’t always a dad, A bad person isn’t always an enemy. But twelve have...
The water. It crashes over perfectly glazed-over, deep grey sand gently-- striving not to crack the breathtaking surface of reflections....
Catholic school does a number on a child, He never knows what to believe. Dear God, that woman in the habit she rapped my fingers time and...

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