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Mary Franklin: Two poems

Unsettled It was like swimming backstroke, grey clouds ahead, relentless rain behind.  In short, she was stuck. Deep dark voices in her head said stick the deed in the ego stockpot, let it simmer along with carrots of conscience, onions … Continue reading

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Mary Franklin

Biscuits and Blues Gone is the cigarette and cigar smoke. Gone are the highballs and martinis but 12-bar blues still rules with the John Garcia Band at Biscuits and Blues. Gone are the stilettos and elegant dresses. Gone are the … Continue reading

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Mary Franklin

Night Watch We bury him the Ojibway way facing east.  His body seated in the grave, we fold his arms and hands across his chest, rest his head against both kneecaps. Near his right ankle we place bannoch and a … Continue reading

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Mary Franklin: Two poems

the continuous stroke drawings dashed off without lifting the pencil that critics hearkened back to 17th century Spanish calligraphers inscribing baroque ornaments without lifting their pens but Picasso traced it back to Malaga and all the suntanned children he saw … Continue reading

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Blue Nude Steam from showers and baths makes this seem a wet room an odd place for Picasso’s Nu de Dos but she appears to ignore this embracing her knees and trying to regress in search of security her back … Continue reading

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