Debra SimoninResistance PoetryWashing HandsWashing hands is not gentle. It is a wearing down, as if 20 seconds erodes human consequence. Water rages in violent torrents flooding…Feb 8, 20211Feb 8, 20211
Debra SimoninBlue InsightsEllenWhen I think of you, words become wastrels idling in the murky shadows of my mind; or worse- impulsive verbal vagabonds hopping on for a…Nov 10, 20191Nov 10, 20191
Debra SimoninResistance PoetryShe SpeaksStorm clouds have grabbed hold of the sky like an octopus ensnaring prey, jetting ink black with thunder fury- while they deflect, distort…Aug 13, 20192Aug 13, 20192
Debra SimoninResistance PoetryCherry RedCherry red was once lollipop sticky fingers, watermelon dripping chin, and clown bright popsicle lips.Jul 15, 20191Jul 15, 20191
Debra SimoninScribeCentral Park JazzWe lie on seedling grass for refuge in Central Park, pressing blades down like piano keys, hoping to release a harmonic sound.Jun 20, 20192Jun 20, 20192
Debra SimoninBlue InsightsThe Power of RainI wish it would rain, mist down to surround us, like amniotic fluid to protect and nourish, give birth to green.Jun 10, 20191Jun 10, 20191
Debra SimoninLiterally LiteraryMammogram WaltzStep toward your partner, Slide up close, Wrap your arm around that bony shoulder, And hold tight.May 26, 2019May 26, 2019
