They’re dressing up cats on Facebook and someone has taught a dog to play volleyball— a natural, he always makes the return. Bocelli and Orlenski transcend and console, nepenthe for the quarantined. I hold onto a kitchen chair and learn to plié. The...
Author - Virginia Beards
Waiting for Fireflies
They should levitate from the meadow at dusk. Sporadic, one here, one there, an occasional landing on a sleeve, but tonight there is no light show. The mason jar lantern sits empty, the gifts of a June evening are not. We watch, hoping for a rising...
Two Poems By Virginia Beards
Song for the Camo Girls and Boys “You know in Africa no woman ever misses her lion and no white man ever bolts.” -The Short Happy Life of Francis Macomber, Ernest Hemingway They grin from ear to ear In camo artfully splotched For grinning...