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Nikki Carr excelled in high school and won a full undergraduate scholarship. Ms. Carr then went on to win a graduate fellowship where she was exposed to poetry which ultimately helped her shape her writing. Ms. Carr is very accomplished and she was most recently named the Merit Award recipient of the 2013 Lilian Osborn Memorial Award for poetry. Nikki is from New York, New York and her work shows true passion for nature, mankind and everyday experiences.
The following work is Copyright © 2014, and owned by Nikki Carr and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.
Dreams Past The Length Of Her Two Leather Shoes
Vintage pitch fork photographs,
The grange, the fetus of her
Their farm gave her the gift of
Her sole refuge was grade school,
Alone, she walked home in silence,
She dreamt of cures for lost minds
She hopes to tend a tract of land
Laura W. Grills
A former student of Marc Olmstead, Laura W. Grills resides in Rochester Hills, Michigan. A writer with a love of bird language and story, she lives in an ordinary house in an ordinary town, and for the most part has lived an ordinary life. She came to writing later in life in the space where death no longer frightens or hides from view, and childish dreams are recaptured. Writing poetry was one of those dreams for her. If there is a place to see resonance in the ordinary drama of bird life, this is it. In this space bedtime stories come to life, and old women forget what they knew and take up rattles to shake or drum by the light of the moon. Her work has appeared in Napalm Health Spa. Prior to that she won a poetry contest in middle school. If memory serves, it was sponsored by the Daughters of the American Revolution.
The following work is Copyright © 2014, and owned by Laura W. Grills and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.
The Bullfrog Saw It All,
We all remember those days
He screeched the loudest that
Ok you fools go ahead and pick that
They all took off like a bandit that
Can you imagine a whole flock
Man this sucks not being able to fly croak about