Vox Populi

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Judith Alexander Brice: My Papa’s Music

We weren’t a talking family
especially when it came
to discussing why I locked myself
in the bathroom upstairs

January 13, 2021 · 5 Comments

Judith Alexander Brice: Fledgling Times

The leaves are burnished still,
yet many
bear shades of fall— hints of
ocher, carmine, umber-wheat.

November 25, 2020 · 3 Comments

Judith A. Brice: Prolepsis of Emerald

On the calendar we see the bold square, marking the number 21 in March,  marking our hope, our deep breath— 21, our emerald prolepsis, our brain’s fast synapse between withdrawal … Continue reading

March 20, 2019 · 2 Comments

Judith A. Brice: To Charlie, Beyond the Mist

Will the mist have vanished from the lake by the time you read this? — birthday note to Charlie from a good friend What she couldn’t know was your eyes warm … Continue reading

August 22, 2018 · Leave a comment

Judith Brice and Charles W. Brice: Two Winter Poems

. Today, Of White                                        After ‘Early Spring Thaw’ by Di Brandt   Today my bones shudder and shake— quake with the wanton cold of winter her snows of white … Continue reading

January 6, 2018 · Leave a comment

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