Luis Rodriguez poems: “Heavy Blue Veins: Watts 1959” and “Words” + Post Laureate updates
Heavy Blue Veins: Watts, 1959 Heavy blue veins streak across my mother’s legs, Some of them bunched up into dark lumps at her ankles. Mama periodically bleeds them to relieve the pain. She carefully cuts the engorged veins with a razor And drains them into a...Rhiannon McGavin’s book “Branches” is on sale – plus she reveals her 3 favorite poetry books for poets by poets, and video explaining why
Rhiannon McGavin is Youth Poet Laureate of Los Angeles (2016), and a current English major at UCLA. Her first collection of poetry, Branches, was published in 2017 with Penmanship Books. She has performed her original poetry from the Hollywood Bowl to the Library of Congress, and makes creative writing more accessible through her online work.
Youth Poet Laureate Rhiannon McGavin’s “Art Class” Poem
In my kindergarten art class, sunlight dripped through finger paint covered windows.
I learned the primaries, red blue yellow, you could make the whole rainbow from just three colors.
you’re older when you tell yourself you only looked at female anatomical models for reference
but this girl made me understand why they say, pretty as a painting. …
Excerpt from the sensual love poem “Honey Suckle Kisses” by Synthia SAINT JAMES + Happy 50th Anniversary Synthia! – Find out more…
You were so stunningly radiant
magically majestic
yet so very real
when I first laid eyes on you
The soft light in the dimly lit room
highlighted and tenderly
embraced your face
like in an exquisite oil painting
from another period
time and place
The essence of the Renaissance
mixed with a touch
of the French Impressionist …
Polavision by Susan Hayden – A captivating poetic Memoir inspired by a Terence Winch poem
“Around 1966, I was bitten after hours by a standard poodle named Coco. My pediatrician had to make a house call to give me a tetanus shot. I wanted to marry Dr Sokoloff and faked sick all the time so he would have to examine me. I was three. He was James Coburn’s double. I’d seen “Ride Lonesome”; I already knew my future husband would be like a steak at The Palm, a Prime Porterhouse; rough-hewn on the outside, tender underneath.”