Articles with Alexandra Meehan

Morning Glory

Morning Glory

Blue-fire trumpet perking her young velvet, little blossomed bud new & blue-brite kind, strung noble on her vine. Plucked, not plumped-up or blushed fully Heavenly yet. Blue-Whirling flame of hot-cool Heaven fire. Royal & sweet hot-oiled, delicately spread— open for the…

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SEAHORSE

SEAHORSE

I unearthed a seahorse—lithe and dried, Slumped heavy in sand and Sweltering by the microwave of The smoldering sky. It laid bent and braided, bore black Pinprick eyes, and had found throne By the salty phalanges of Poseidon’s clench The gulls…

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MARGARET

MARGARET

Within her green garden; an hedged veranda filled with buckets of lilies, sweet herb pockets, a sunburnt chandelier dimming in the breeze Our garden with hydrangeas, and thistle vines, and azaleas in phantom fuchsias; though if only we could still sew…

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