My poetry chapbook, "Liquid Rubies" arrived on my doorstep today and I had to share my good news. I will post information about ordering it as soon as I can. I will warn you that they are not pretty poems. The term "Liquid Rubies" comes from the notion of the blood we shed and the scars we accumulate in this life here on earth. Here is a poem included in this collection:
In the womb my blood sifted into her, through
the portal she was resurrected into hands, arms, light.
Rivers of blood followed her out of my body
for days my cowardly legs refused the sanitary corridors.
Transfused with exotic plasma
God lifted my veil to see
a new body, a new world and my lifeblood
in her innocent earlobes and unscarred knees.
It was Mother's Day as it has been
ever since the bloodletting.
As a child I told my mother
I loved her so much it was red,
red as the sight of liquid rubies
coming from nose and toes until
it was my daughter and I bleeding
in the same space, two women.
Now we walk the New York streets and my love
for her is as red as the blood she owns or
my relentless bloodletting