Two Poems
Lisa Stice After flowers in the vase fresh the night before drop their petals in the morning modeling clay hardens then crumbles a little loses its shape to something else snapshots yellow over time we point to a face ask who is that the last line of a book stays in our memory for a while until we lose it among grocery lists Ritual Hunts Here we have a vessel, hollowed out and empty and we squirm in the need to fill it with wooden apples, potpourri or junk mail we will throw away months from now. Ritual shines above our design as we crowd our heads with words, turn pages in a right to left manner, read in a left to right manner, enrich our lives away and still wait for an established secret somewhere between lines. How we always place the car keys here, hang the dog’s leash near the door, turn the lights out at bedtime. |
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About the Author: Lisa Stice is a poet/mother/military spouse who received a BA in English literature from Mesa State College (now Colorado Mesa University) and an MFA in Creative Writing and Literary Arts from the University of Alaska Anchorage. She currently lives in North Carolina with her husband, daughter and dog. She is a Pushcart Prize nominee and the author of a poetry collection, Uniform (Aldrich Press, 2016). You can find out more about her and her publications on her website and Facebook.
