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Halfway Shook

  We love the moon because it breaks through black, lifts us to look at sky, briefly beckons to stars before pulling us back like hand to hot stove– warning us to move on.   Missy R. Rogers 10.08.19  

The Frozen Time

  She walks in line with the devil each booted step heavier than the next.   Snippets of truth come to me and spread over my existence like the sun warms the Earth on frozen days. I am supposed to be doing something and yet the something is not defined. The complexity of knowing too … Continue reading

The Sunburn of Spring

  The anticipation of that first season of the year is strong in the north.  Sick of snow and the death of trees murdered by wind storm, we start by peeling off layers of thick clothes, heavy boots, and book our summer campsites.  There is no retirement party for winter although our ice carving festivals, … Continue reading

Wild Horses, Wild Life

  Wild Horses   Movies portrayed Black Beauty running through meadows without crushing flower, and it seemed everyone wanted one. I had a few original My Little Pony toys, ridiculous multi-colored manes, girl color bodies, and cartoon faces. Our fingers galloped them on carpet mimicking screeching neighs before dumping them for Barbie, a Care Bear, … Continue reading

The Grand Finale of Winter

Photo by: cmesker   The Grand Finale of Winter The trees drip with Spring, flash pale yellow wing of busy goldfinch pining for sun to glow them bright against dead hue of snow hill where sharp beaks peck little seed in bill bursting song dreams. Missy R. Rogers February 20, 2019

The Path With Which Guides

  The Path With Which Guides December 22, 2018   The path with which guides is not linear like long flat highways unrolled between fields dotted with corn, expanding endlessly into future with certainty and expected yields recorded on spreadsheet. Dumb would be the man who banked on unchanging sunsets, the greenest of harvests, and … Continue reading

Never Let Someone Else Determine You

This poem was previously published in the Blue Collar Review, Journal of Progressive Working Class Literature, Partisan Press, 2013.   The Asymmetry of a Rainy Wednesday   Two men in golf shirts laughed at me for giving a dollar to a homeless man on a bridge. “Young lady, do you have a ten?” one asked … Continue reading

A Call to Community

Saturday night at 6:30pm, I will be amongst an ecletic crowd of Michiganders who have chosen to share their artistic interpretations of the theme Another’s Perspective, specifically, the intersection of privilege, trauma, and stigma. It is a tremendous honor to have two of my unpublished works of poetry displayed for this fall exhibition at the … Continue reading

Neck Deep Nightmare

Madness is hidden in depths of mind, not seated at Starbucks with a latte and laptop, inviting sweet situation. The raw and rough remains of what lies left instructs me to tear at tight clothes, take off restrictions, and wear a loose facade. We move like ghosts, cascading over sidewalks, unable to touch solid. If … Continue reading

1 Poem, 1 Sadness

  That Time You Whitewashed the Past   That time you whitewashed the past, you arrested my identity. It was our past but you wouldn’t claim your half, insisting I imagined mine. It’s why I hoard my memories, bury them like the trash they are, because who could believe your ideal was my surreal.   … Continue reading

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