My Son’s Farewell to Garcia Marquez

My Son’s Farewell to Garcia Marquez

Settled

Settled

(A found poem composed today of words from a page of “Everything That Rise Must Converge” by Flannery O’Connor)

yet “life” entered
the world–disenchanted with
man
irony in spite of
a third-rate
initiative,
dominated by
a large
foolish prejudice
Most miraculous instead of
love
complete objec-
tivity dominated
a woman lurched forward
escaped falling
righted herself
to watch
injustice in daily operation.
the
woman
obscured
prodded insistently
into his ribs
why
she whispered.
The woman had
risen sat down
further back in the bus.

© Courtney O’Banion Smith

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Step Right Up, Folks

Step Right Up, Folks

“Probably Why I Didn’t Learn to Swim Until I Was 30”

“Probably Why I Didn’t Learn to Swim Until I Was 30”

“Home”

“Home”

One Man’s Trash

One Man’s Trash

I Recite One, Two, Buckle My Shoe      

I Recite One, Two, Buckle My Shoe      

Because That’s Famly

Because That’s Famly

“Red”

“Red”