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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

Elizabeth Romero: Angel

It is night I am here On my street in this warm kitchen At this bright table I put water on for tea it is wonderful To be here the … Continue reading

April 1, 2019 · Leave a comment

Elizabeth Romero: Crèche

Above these dark suburban streetsThe stars come out like childrenOne by one.The moon is a pale gold heartBeating in cloudy ribs. Christmas is just past.The silent lights twinkleIn each small … Continue reading

December 26, 2018 · 1 Comment

Elizabeth Romero: Love

And suddenly she realized there would always be those who laughed at love, who sneered at it, who mocked it, tried to make it something fleeting and negligible like an … Continue reading

November 8, 2018 · 2 Comments

Elizabeth Romero: Carrying a Sign

Leaves on the wind circle in the air Like emissaries from another world Frantic warnings No one heeds them, they Push toward their usual destinations With their everyday faces   … Continue reading

October 15, 2018 · Leave a comment

Elizabeth Romero: Perspective

The woman who lived here before me was Spanish. I have found her attempts to battle the roaches pasted under the heater and sink, have swept dried beans and rice … Continue reading

August 29, 2018 · Leave a comment

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