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lois wilson
   
         
   

Lois Wilson was born in Kobe, Japan where her parents were missionaries. Since coming to the U.S. as a teenager, she has lived and travelled in both the east and west coasts of Canada and the U.S. and finally settled in St. Augustine, to be near her sons and their families. It is her dream to go back to Italy one day to live and write.

Her books of poetry include Suicidal Lizard, Moon, Sustenance, White Space, and I am a Cockroach, all of which can be ordered through loiswilsonpoems@yahoo.com.

   
         
   
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there was a night
a beautiful night
of early summer
 
the breeze
was cool
the moon full
 
and on that night
the devils gathered
to dance their dance
in careless humor
 
while one angel
wanted to come inside
in her white clothing
but couldn't find
 
her wings
 
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he saw this
horrible thing
 
and wrote in
crossword puzzles
the rest of his life
 
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they twisted that bitch with a wire
 
what are you talking about?
 
red hair and black leather
 
are you sensitive?
 
she's got you
 
Bud light - two
 
I always did love you, you know
 
pieces of conversation
overheard unintentionally
 
what is it like to be deaf?
 
do I look at everything in those
broken portions
out of context?
 
probably
 
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sipping tomato soup in my underwear
I watched you
ride a bicycle in the living room
 
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yellow butterfly
on purple blossom
 
why do you honor me
with such beauty?
 
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the wind caught my skirt
 
I pictured myself
grabbing my hair
pushing it behind one ear
ineffectually
as the rain
grabbed me
in its passionate
sobbing embrace
 
and I gave in
hair eyes skirt self
 
wet