Muscadine Lines: A Southern Journal

Intimations of Carson McCullers at New Smyrna Beach

Liz Dolan


Brush fires still not sated, we pray

for rain today in Volushia County where

I write in a white room enveloped

by palmettos. A ghost orchid suspends

in mid air like a white frog. Early morning

I meander down a sandy lane

where Spanish moss tangles thickets of piney woods.

As lean as a young colt Frankie Addams

in cutoff jeans and straw hat swaggers thinking

about what she might become, a golden apricot

or a purple plum. Hard to tell

if she is boy or girl, has yet to learn she can’t tag along

on the honeymoon. On either side

roots are choking each other. South of here

alligators attack three women. In a knee-deep watery slough

five egrets in opal plumes and yellow slippers preen

like bridesmaids in white light. I can no longer bear

her angst. I am so unaware

of my breathing I don’t notice it until it is spare.

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A Pushcart nominee in poetry, fiction and nonfiction, Liz Dolan has published poems, memoir and short stories in New Delta Review, Mudlark, Rattle, Harp Weaver, The Cortland Review, Illuminations, Prism International Quarterly, Canadian Woman Studies, Philadelphia Stories, Natural Bridge, among others. She has received a fellowship and grants from the Delaware Division of the Arts. Her work in Mudlark was chosen for The Best of the Web by Web Del Sol. Liz was recently accepted as an associate artist in residence with Sharon Olds at the Atlantic Center for the Arts. Philadelphia Stories has requested her presence on their poetry board and she won a prize in "The Art Of Storytelling Contest" from the DE Museum of Art. She is most proud of the alternative school she ran in The Bronx and her eight children who live on the next block.

© Liz Dolan

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