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PALMETTO POEM: The Christmas Apron

By Marjory Wentworth, contributing editor

Unfolding my grandmother’s apron, tucked
deep in a box of Christmas decorations,
I rub my hands across the wrinkled
cream colored cloth as thin as gauze
and the bright red and blue boxes circling
the hem and see her standing at the stove
wearing her Christmas apron, stirring pots
on every burner, a turkey already roasting
in the oven, plates of gingerbread men
cooling on the counter.

by · 12/07/2015 · Comments are Disabled · Features, Palmetto Poem
POEM:  Written at the North

POEM: Written at the North

By Samuel Henry Dickson

I sigh for the land of the Cypress and Pine,
Where the Jessamine blooms, and the gay Woodbine;
Where the moss droops low from the green Oak tree,
Oh! that sunbright land is the land for me.

by · 11/09/2015 · Comments are Disabled · Features, Palmetto Poem
Hamilton

PALMETTO POEM: Rice

Kendra Hamilton: You speak of the rivers of your homeplace far to the north,
How you’d leave the city in summer for the long trek
to Minnesota, then gather at the creekside in boats,
singing, to beat the grasses till they yielded their sweet black grains.

by · 10/05/2015 · Comments are Disabled · Features, Palmetto Poem
PALMETTO POEM: Music of doves ascending

PALMETTO POEM: Music of doves ascending

Music of doves ascending, by Marjory Wentworth:
Yellow crime tape tied to the rod iron fence
weaves through bouquets of flowers
and wreaths made of white ribbons,
like rivers of bright pain flowing through the hours.

by · 09/14/2015 · Comments are Disabled · Features, Palmetto Poem
POEM:  In Season

POEM: In Season

Palmetto Poem author: Originally from Vidalia, Georgia, home of the world’s best onions, Katrina Murphy is a poet and baker living in Charleston, S.C. Both of her English degrees are from Georgia Southern University, and she is active in Charleston alumni events and planning.

by · 08/03/2015 · Comments are Disabled · Features, Palmetto Poem
POEM: “Officials Are Optimistic He Has Been Killed”

POEM: “Officials Are Optimistic He Has Been Killed”

Palmetto Poem, by Gilbert Allen: Driving, I barely hear—because
on Route 291,
beside the Greenville cemetery,
this afternoon’s big wind

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POEM: My Poems

POEM: My Poems

Joanna Crowell: “He asks, ‘What do you with your poems?’

“I play with them. I fight with them. I flirt with them. I avert from them. I dress up for them. I am stripped down by them. I skinny dip into them. I dance naked on them. Yeah, I even get jiggy wit’ em! I sing the blues out of them. I pour the joy back into them. I open my French doors for them. I abstain from them. I get wet waiting for them. I am a drunken fool for them. I take twelve steps toward them. I am sobered by them.”

by · 06/01/2015 · Comments are Disabled · Features, Palmetto Poem
POEM:  Summer Afternoon

POEM: Summer Afternoon

By Zoe Abedon | My sister is running down the stairs
in front of me,
sees the frog first and lifts
the smooth, green beast between two fingers.

by · 05/11/2015 · Comments are Disabled · Features, Palmetto Poem
POEM: Ten more reasons to come back as a pelican

POEM: Ten more reasons to come back as a pelican

By Laurel Blossom | Kafka said a book must be an axe for the frozen sea within us.

Because pelican means axe

Even if you don’t believe in it, wouldn’t you like to come back as something useful?

by · 03/30/2015 · Comments are Disabled · Features, Palmetto Poem
Columbia, S.C., skyline.

Poem: A Story of the City

By Ed Madden|

In the story, there is a city, its streets
straight as a grid, and in the east, the hills,
in the west, a river.

by · 03/02/2015 · Comments are Disabled · Features, Palmetto Poem