Second COVID Spring, with Azaleas
A year gone by, another spring. Again azaleas appear. We are still behind our glass walls, but now our arms are needle-sore, our hearts filled with intoxication. At first glance, nothing could reflect our flight from fear to hope better than a bank of azaleas gaping at us through our windows, even more riotous than last spring. But there is something aggressive in these crowded, fuchsia blossoms growing nearer every year, something that warns against too much hope. Their glory draws me, but I stand helpless before their intrusion, If they are eyes, what do they see? If mouths, what are they screaming? I cannot trust their mad joy now. Yet later, when they are drooping pathetically after a storm, I will recall with sadness how brief their frenzy was. Bio: Lorna Wood is a violinist and writer in Auburn, Alabama. Her poetry has appeared or is forthcoming in 2% Milk, Angel Rust (Best of the Net nominee), Coastal Shelf, Escape Wheel (great weather for MEDIA), and Poetry South (Pushcart nominee), among others. She has also published fiction, creative nonfiction, and scholarly essays. Find out more at amazon.com/author/lornawood A Fevers of the Mind Quick-9 Interview with Lorna Wood Hearing “Hallelujah” at the Women’s March, 2017 by Lorna Wood (poetry for Leonard Cohen Week Poetry Showcase by Lorna Wood Bio: Lorna Wood is a violinist and writer in Auburn, Alabama. Her poetry is forthcoming in 2% Milk and has appeared in Before I Turn Into Gold (David L O’Nan, editor), Angel Rust (Best of the Net nominee) and Poetry South (Pushcart nominee), among others. Her fiction has appeared in Doubleback Review (Pushcart nominee) and on the Litro [USA] Lab and NoSleep Podcasts. Her creative nonfiction recently appeared in Feed, and her most recent scholarly essay is in The Palgrave Handbook of Affect Studies and Textual Criticism. Find out more at https://www.amazon.com/author/lornawood or from her blog, Word Music, here: https://lornawoodauthor.wordpress.com
Thanks! Lorna
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