Truculence
she whispers into my truculence and I succumb to that thing called faith
that blind old hag who left her brothers and sisters under the overpass
she strokes her way into my soul and a divining rod slips from the heavens
a greasy old senior citizen with stale coffee breath and a proverb for any situation
she recounts the transgressions from a lifetime ago with a glassine vision
the images move in a circular sway, dashing from light to dark, truisms to falsehoods
this is a woman, my friend, with whom you can ride the river and gaze at the mountain
this is a woman with a heart fired by the very furnace of Hell
yet beats with the sonnets of God
Bio
I am a poet living and working in Michigan. My work has been featured in Magnolia: A Florida Journal of Literary and Fine Arts, Merge, Bijou Poetry Review, Edison Literary Review, Tonopah Review, Iodine Poetry Journal, Pulsar Poetry UK, Stone's Throw Magazine and the Ambassador Poetry Project.