Tag: and blackberries grew wild
Feb 02
2 poems from Susan Ward Mickelberry’s AND BLACKBERRIES GREW WILD
Last Night I Sat Alone Last night I sat alone waiting for you on the ground in the sun under the oak, as I had waited long ago. The wind rustled the trees and the undergrowth. I drew with a stick in the sand what looked like a Mayan temple. My white t-shirt reflected the …
Dec 20
Review by J. Nishida: And Blackberries Grew Wild by Susan Ward Mickelberry
Susan Ward Mickelberry’s poetry presents a “microcosm of body”—an intimacy of sensory experience found in whippoorwills and windows, fish bones and raspberries, mosquitos and moss, blood and thorns, a standard sink, a red tricycle. But this intimacy of detail, along with gentle rhythms of Mickelberry’s narrative voice, cannot distract from the sheer breadth of content …
