As my father sits smoking his pipe-
I watch the tendrils curl upward.
I smell the rich tobacco
That reminds me of North Carolina-
Momma’s home state.
He stares into space-
And takes a long draw-
A question mark-
Floats in my direction
Like an apparition.
What will we do now-
Who will take care of us-
Now that Momma is gone?
Who is this man-
That I call Daddy?
The vapor dissipates-
I stare into space, too-
I envision a foggy future-
While he remembers-
A luminous past.
We both have lost something-
But will we find each other?
Another question mark-
Goes up in smoke.
by Beatrice M. Hogg
Beatrice M. Hogg grew up in western Pennsylvania. Her illiterate coal miner father would have considered her MFA in creative writing from Antioch University Los Angeles to be a major waste of time and money.
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Poetry (any form or style) and Micro or Flash Fictions wanted for an anthology on SMOKE. Not just the black clouds rising from the five-alarm fire next door, or the billowing plumes of smoke warning us of a forest fire, or the emissions from factory smoke stacks, apartment house incinerators, and crematoriums, smoke rings rise from cigarettes, smoke pours out of headshops, pipe shops & cigar stores--see that purple haze rising over the fields of poppies and marijuana we just planted--we've used it to communicate via smoke signals and skywriting, to cover our tracks and disappear with and without mirrors, combat the enemy on and off the battlefield, kill bugs, flavor food, cure illness, declare peace treaties, and fragrance our homes. Got the idea? Release it onto the page.
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Sunday, June 28, 2009
A Precarious Blend
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Evocative poem. I like the contrast of the luminous past and the foggy future and how so much is told through the smoke imagery!
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