February 2013
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Eating in Afghanistan
first draft
red earth for miles – smoldering and speckled
with the markings of aggression – artillery holes
and camouflaged tents and metal instruments
of war confronting cloudlessness. Men rest
on folding chairs in white underwear and t-shirts,
stained with dirt, some of them wrap shirts around their heads
like turbans – either an ignorant joke or
a practical way of keeping close-shaved...
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Text from my most recent poem, first-draft. Because the Grimm Brothers do it best.
Looking back on the Gold Slipper
by: Evelyn Seay
Every morning, with birds bidding me forward
I open the doors of the armoire in my bedroom
to admire my fortune: my golden slipper
fitting only my dainty foot.
I kept it, that golden slipper which doomed my sisters
to their lame gait and blind grimace. It...
