by Camilla Jean Welsch On my backin the morningin a tie-dyed sweatshirt,warm, in bedwhen the earth is again blanketed in snow.I can see from my window,and tell from the sound of the racing cars,everyone has somewhere else to go. And I am dreaming of zero obligations,but realizing I need something and some reasonto change outContinue reading “Mental Trick”
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It’s me!!! I will post this more than once, but I wanted my readers to know that I will be doing a virtual reading on April 8, 2021 at 7:30 PM EST. Here is the announcement. Please attend! 🙂 Broadsides and Ephemera Open Mic – Loganberry Books 2021 April 8 @ 7:30 PM EST –Continue reading “*Featured Poet* with Loganberry Books”
by Camilla Jean Welsch This yearI’m not so staunch. This yearI didn’t even watch mass online. This yearit was still a pretty nice dayand I wore a black trench coatbecause there’s nothing wrongwith doing that on Easter Anyway. Especially when today you go on a datewith a nice Jewish boywho isn’t religious at all,and heContinue reading “Easter Anyway”
by little camilla jean welsch Sometimes dogs look like catsand apples taste like grapesand people smell like spice. And sometimes trees nail carswith acornsfor getting in the way of life. And all of this soundsstraight up like, dang! she’s right.
by Camilla Jean Welsch The babe lieswith wet dark hairstousled in many directions,and hangs his wrinkled digitsover his mother’s ample arm,because she is soft from his letting,and must be a pillow for some time yet,from which he blinks and peersand draws his sweet life’s sustenance.
by Camilla Jean Welsch The crocuses and daffodils were thoroughly confused, many worms were flat-out frozen, and lots of birds complained there was no sun to microwave their frozen dinner. After several warm, promising days, they all felt this was a mean April Fools’…. So did I. And it was.
by Camilla Jean Welsch Vacuum pack this:a sentiment and its reason from the days of yore. And stash it on a shelf in the closet. Call California Closets if you must, to make room for the stuff: “I used to always want to live in Northern California…because I wanted those crisp ocean mornings of sunContinue reading “California Closet”
by Camilla Jean Welsch In the right frame of mind,I would drive a nondescript white sedandown a side streetin the warm, late-spring afternoonin the suburbs,when basketballs bouncing between boyson driveways are just beginning to be heard,and girls with their mothersare humming along on main streets towards the mall,in cars that are dependable and financed well,toContinue reading “Dream Well”
by Camilla Jean Welsch 14K, a black jewelry box from Macy’s,and therein lay the crossthough it might have been an engagement ring,one could have thought. Hitherto,the pretty black lady, her hair pulled back, had comforted me, and was to me motherly,the way she wrote the title and publisher of the book out for me soContinue reading “A Good Light”