Under armadillo armorrough torn patchesiron tough. Beneath taut scarsabraded tissue tornto compost fodder. Down, down into dark –cry to sleep, count sheep,dashed dreams and nightmares: childhood locked away in congealed memories which longfor light, fresh aira taste of freedom from their rancid selves. Chip away concretionary surfaces.Run barefoot through the violet crystalcenter of my heart.Go to Post >>
Beth Brody (she/her) was awarded an MFA in Writing for Children from Vermont College of Fine Arts and is currently doing post-graduate work in poetry. Beth won the 2018 Writer’s Digest Poetry Award, placed second in the CT Poetry Society Nutmeg Awards 2023, and has poetry published in a dozen journals and anthologies. She was a Contributor in Poetry at the Bread Loaf Writer’s Conference 2022. Beth’s writing dream is to have her poems thumbtacked to a reader’s bulletin board as daily inspiration.