Sunday #Poetry: The Vampire’s Gift

“Poetry is truth in its Sunday clothes.” ~Joseph Roux “The Vampire's Gift” Jody Azzouni I expected bats, fangs, the usual openmouthed coffin. Instead he woos me with poetry of a sort: "Dreams are baggy shadows bursting their skins each dawn and colorsplashing the mornings" Why I fall for this, I don't know, But we do …

Sunday #Poetry: Blame Her Not

“Poetry is truth in its Sunday clothes.” ~Joseph Roux “Blame Her Not” John W. May CAN I cast blame for what she eats, Or that she strolls where sunlight sleeps; Or blame her that her skin is pale, Whose lips are glist’ning red as ale? Am I to cast accusing stares And judge her not …