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Author Archives: Liz Axelrod
Another Year
Youth fades.
Age requires safety.
Youth skates on the highway.
No lesson required
for popping
wheelies.
Age forgets the need for speed
embraces greed
loses patience,
and adopts the right to complain
of aches and pains –
to be a patient.
Think I’ll go pop a wheelie
and a bottle of wine.
See the explosion.
Be the cause.
Mimic youth and bravery.
GO ASK ALICE – Out Now!
My first book of poetry is now available for sale. It was a finalist (5th place!) in the 2015 Finishing Line Press New Women’s Voices Series. The book was released in June, 2016. Please consider ordering a copy now – it makes a great holiday gift! Also – my daughter did the cover art! Click Here to Purchase.
So Proud to have Made this List!
Thaw
Holly’s had enough
She sighs and arches closer
to the doorway
Her berries no longer speak
of gifts and glamour
She’s just a mess of red
Spiked leaves a
nd branches
weighted down with white.
Destroy these days of isolation
Skinny months of streaming nonsense
and fighting traffic snarls
on my Netflix que
Honeyed teas might sooth
but I want ice-picks
muscles pounding hard
Scrape my windshield
Burn my frozen doors
Wipe the bloody needles
buried under Holly’s feet.
Warm Day
The sweat of his efforts, a rain
Tugging the world to fruit. – Sylvia Plath
We glisten
as we dig
creating holes
wishing for magic
for germination
for growth
Sweat pools
at the center
of my chest
Drops of salt
embracing
lace and wire
My daughter says
porcelain is matte
I tell her
everything shines
when viewed
through water
