Poems from Nina Farryn
Passions
Lines sliding fluidly from my modern plume,
Paper a creamy yellowed crisp,
The swiftest cure,
Yet artist’s fingers lust still,...
Sister
Though from nothing,
Where hardships bitter weaker souls,
A poised soft-lipped youngling,
Heart still delicate as a rose,
Held...
Nana tells me,
‘White people pale ‘cause all they kindness been drained outta ‘em.’
Shushin’ her with the harshness of a kettle at boil,
Is...