Posted in Poetry

Scrubs the Soul Fresh

“Art often isn’t [nice] though it scrubs the soul fresh”


Women of Vision
Geographic photographic
Exhibit at the OMA


Mother leopard looks
Coolly from behind green blinds
Of Botswanan grass

Binary code zebras
Cross flood plains black and white
Study in geometry

Thirty-year-old male
Takes eight-year-old bride
‘I hate to see him coming’
Traumatized in the name
Of culture
Of god
No blinds
No code

I take my steak rare
Like a bit of red upon
My plate when I am sated

© Jilly's 2016


A wild soul writing poetry & fiction while teaching high school literature, all with a camera in tow.

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