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A Rock in the River by Lydia Nitya Griffith
I would like to be a rock in this river to feel the ever constant movement of wild water and the current’s caress like a love affair for all time. I came down to the rocky banks and let my toes sink into the silky mud and disappear until I was as rooted as the...
Life Story – original poem by Lydia Nitya Griffith
If I were to write my life story I’d start from now and work backwards, All the while forever continuing the story forward Until I can write no more Until I’ve been written off the page This morning I saw a veiled gray image Hovering over the highway Like a giant...
So It Goes
This golden light Falling through the windows Open to the wind. The garden echoes with invisible voices. Chairs positioned for conversations Covered in pine needles. Painting landscapes red and orange stained. Music pulses, a mood starts to rock In the chair next to...
The Little Red House, a poem
The station wagon with faux wood paneling, The memory of sliding from the car seat down to the wild grasses, The size I was then, My feet already wincing at the briars and sharp hidden things Waiting for me to step down and run painfully for the river. Summer country...