of Carson McCullers at New Smyrna Beach
fires still not sated, we pray
rain today in Volushia County where
write in a white room enveloped
palmettos. A ghost orchid suspends
mid air like a white frog. Early morning
meander down a sandy lane
Spanish moss tangles thickets of piney woods.
lean as a young colt Frankie Addams
cutoff jeans and straw hat swaggers thinking
what she might become, a golden apricot
a purple plum. Hard to tell
she is boy or girl, has yet to learn she cant tag along
the honeymoon. On either side
are choking each other. South of here
attack three women. In a knee-deep watery slough
egrets in opal plumes and yellow slippers preen
bridesmaids in white light. I can no longer bear
angst. I am so unaware
my breathing I dont notice it until it is spare.
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.