Flux Capacitor: things best left alone

Saturday, January 31, 2009

*gone to mrs. basilworth's files

-maggie may ethridge

Eveningson said...: This is so good that it is scary.; February 1, 2009 12:12 AM
Belle said...: Wow. that was brilliant. This is my first of many visits. Your blog is so interesting! That peom was awesome.; February 1, 2009 2:33 AM
Bonbon Oiseau said...: beautiful maggie--i love the pace as if the thoughts are coming as the berries are being slowly being chewed...i see the deep red...and i love the last line "as berries died bright in your mouth"..perfect.

i want to read it over and over and over...; February 1, 2009 5:43 AM
Love, Evolution, and Resilience said...: Incredible.; February 1, 2009 6:00 AM
Patois said...: Eveningson is right. That is magnificent. I'm not just being polite here.; February 1, 2009 8:02 AM
Ms. Moon said...: That is a VERY good poem, Maggie May. Very.; February 1, 2009 8:08 AM
Maggie May said...: amazing responses, thank you.; February 1, 2009 11:03 AM
Annie King said...: One of the things I love about this poem is the succesful intermingling of the present moments with the vivid memories. I like the repetitions of sound and rhythm, intertwining, building... There are three people in this poem, the narrator, the person she observes, and the grandmother. I hope you've found an agent and a publisher.; February 1, 2009 12:13 PM
yolanda said...: dreaming against anxiety. writing against pain and sad memories.
i LOVE YOUR POETRY, my poet dearling!!; February 3, 2009 12:46 AM