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September 27-October 3, 2010 C.C. Southers and Joseph Powell

C.C. Southers 

 

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C.C Southers lives in Boston, Massachusetts and works tirelessly to help his brothers and sisters “of the chair.”

The following work is Copyright © 2010, and owned by C.C. Southers and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.

Chilling Winter Stroll 

my steel electric chair
down the snow sidewalk

fiancée Anne Marie laid it on me
“I kissed my old boyfriend”
She lit up a cigarette
hat and mitten combo I bought her
icicles ominous
from the nearby tree.

 

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Joseph Powell

jobypoet@yahoo.com

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Joseph Powell is the author of four chapbooks of poetry, including Blood On The Page and Mofo’ Risin’ , as well as a collection of poetry, entitled Joby, Uninterrupted:Bittersweet Symphonies and Bohemian Rhapsodies(1989-2009); he was also a featured poet in the National Geographic/PBS documentary, “Skin” He also writes the blog, The Joby Chronicle He currently lives in Burbank, California with his wife, Toni; stepdaughter, Santi, and one chihuahua, Monty.

The following work is Copyright © 2010, and owned by Joseph Powell and may not be distributed or reprinted in any form whatsoever without written permission from the author.

 

 

Prodigal 

I remember the sound of joyful noise
When I cried out your name,
The smell of your perfume;
The tears I shed
As I laid my head
At your feet
I remember the smile on my face
As you spoke my name,
As if I was just hearing it
For the first time
I remember,
Lord, do I remember,
Though your name rarely crosses
My lips anymore;
My eyes are dry,
And your fragrance,
A distant memory
And the noise I hear now,
Are the voices,
The voices,
Coming at me from all directions,
From within
And without,
Deafening,
Deafening
And yet,
And yet,
They do not drown out
What I remember
Of you;
That which has brought me,
Stumbling,
To your doorstep,
For another whiff of your perfume,
To hear you say my name,
To lay my head at your feet;
Because I’m afraid,
I might not remember
For long.

 

 

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