Mine is a kind of imagination
that can't crack an egg
without being haunted
a time was that men
would sit around a fire
shouldering up to cottonwoods
listening to fox hounds
I say spring shall come
It shall come like the sweetest
Clematis wrapped around
The mailbox. It shall be like
Lilah Hegnauer's Poetry Pantry & a Giveaway, Hopping to Eatonton, Georgia, staycation reading with BookRiot and the Fitzgerald Museum Gala coming up in events, plus our poem of the day in Southern Voice. Happy Literary (and Poetry) Friday!
An interview with the poet whose new book Pantry brings to life kitchen objects in order to explore our domestic lives.
We shield our children from the truth
as much as we can, tell them we’re moving
because the new home will be so much better
Get on the bunny trail in middle Georgia's literary crossways as Easter approaches.
Music notes played in ringing ears
were applauded —
piano keys tapped lightly against fingers;
Two shrubs planted
at the entrance to my house
in early bloom, mid-December,
A farmers' market recipe from Chef Jason Mezrano in Birmingham.