tribal land
a blind elder gleans
the
enigma
~Anna
Cates
Days Gone by
the senior citizen contemplates
her existence in an aging diner
fork suspended over a wilted
three-dollar side salad – droopy
iceberg lettuce, ragged shredded
cabbage, some slivers of carrots –
all drowning in a cheap dressing
she wonders what happened to her
endive and radicchio, honey mustard
candied
pecans, sugared cranberries
~Marsha Warren Mittman
in the movie the vegetable man plays himself
~Patrick
Sweeney
injustice
mothers losing sons
~Roberta Beach Jacobson
racism
when do we stop pretending
~Roberta
Beach Jacobson
whitewash
of many colours
~John Hawkhead
You don’t see me.
My face is scuffed.
Ignored again.
A stray post-it.
A scribble stuck to the floor.
Trod upon.
Faded ink.
Faded life.
~Nolcha
Fox
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