Deborah P. Kolodji
Bio Note: I am the California Regional Coordinator of the Haiku Society of America and moderate the Southern California Haiku Study Group. My book, highway of sleeping towns, won a Touchstone Distinguished Book Award from the Haiku Foundation. I enjoy walking the botanical gardens, beaches, and deserts of the Los Angeles area for poetic inspiration.
Irish breakfast tea red roses the china tea set with gold rims we share a scone cranberry orange we argue which was her favorite in our sorrow untouched cup she would have been ninety
a pen in the coffin every night moon . . . and the Word was God when you write a dog barks disappearing squares of zoom poets dust low tide what we compose with our toes
The Day I Become an Amazon
Breasts. When babies are grown who needs you? You get in the way of bows and arrows or wearable sandwich boards for warrior women marching in streets of a country still somehow unable to elect a woman president. No need for a bra, no need to burn it. Medical mutilation surgery scheduled in the endless march against cancer, invading a body like injustice invades a country. When you are gone, I will become an Amazon, an ambidextrous Amazon, and continue this fight.
©2022 Deborah P. Kolodji
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