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Elizabeth Romero: The Sisters Who Raised Me

Now I thank the black butterflies, the Sisters who raised me.
Sister Jane, who taught me how to garden and identify weeds.
Sister Marie Therese, kind and soft. Sister May Bride
Who defied authority to comfort me when I was disgraced.

April 16, 2022 · 8 Comments

Elizabeth Romero: Album

Here are my two sons in 1968
In their father’s arms.
He looks harmless.
They look doubtful and uneasy.

December 15, 2021 · 3 Comments

Elizabeth Romero: Wind

The evidence of wind is in the scarves
Of people waiting for the bus

October 10, 2021 · 2 Comments

Elizabeth Romero: Strawberry Moon

The moon in her lopsided veil
like a hillbilly bride
her face round and pale pink
against the darkening blue.

August 10, 2021 · 1 Comment

Elizabeth Romero: On the Corner

If
(by some miracle)
We could be both dead and alive
Rise from the blood and ashes
Gauzy like movie ghosts

June 28, 2021 · Leave a comment

Elizabeth Romero: My Aunt’s Pantry

It took everything, every bit of strength I had,
To say, The others will be missing us.
He turned on his heel and left.

June 8, 2020 · 1 Comment

Elizabeth Romero: Queen of Nothing

It’s good to be the queen of nothing

April 15, 2020 · 1 Comment

Elizabeth Romero: Day’s End

Let’s say I’m someone
empty as a pitcher,
discordant as traffic, human as an alley cat,
stiff-legged and torn-eared.

March 4, 2020 · 2 Comments

Elizabeth Romero: So, Mr Death

So many I’ve lost; I see them
Down a long corridor the door open
To a bright snowy day.

November 6, 2019 · Leave a comment

Elizabeth Romero: Being Poor

It can be waiting
And telling your children to wait
Wait their whole childhoods away.
It’s knowing they blame you.

September 4, 2019 · 1 Comment

Elizabeth Romero: Route Six

A bad time is coming we agree
I peer ahead at the changing shades of gray
On the road ahead
A light rain falls

July 15, 2019 · Leave a comment

Elizabeth Romero: Summer Sunrise

The sun came up this morning
Like a madwoman’s red eye

June 19, 2019 · 1 Comment

Elizabeth Romero: Question on a Wednesday Night

And you, my love.
Why do I feel alone without you
Whom I have never known?

May 15, 2019 · Leave a comment

Elizabeth Romero: The Myth of Nature

Nature, Mr Allnut, is what we are put on this earth to rise above.—Rose, in The African Queen . Let us take a lesson from nature Let the big ones … Continue reading

May 1, 2019 · Leave a comment

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