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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

by · 07/06/2015 · Comments are Disabled · Features, Palmetto Poem
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
Poem: Great Blue Heron

Poem: Great Blue Heron

“I see you are back again, my teacher.
Your stillness in silence, today’s lesson,
speaks of finding focus within life’s blur.”

by · 02/02/2015 · 1 comment · Features, Palmetto Poem
Poem: Somewhere in the Middle

Poem: Somewhere in the Middle

Ray McManus, an associate professor of English at the University of South Carolina Sumter, is the author of four books of poetry including, most recently, “Punch” (2014, Hub City Press.)

by · 01/05/2015 · Comments are Disabled · Features, Palmetto Poem