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  April 2015
volume 12 number 1
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Beverly M. Collins
April 2015
   

 

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photo by mauricio alejandro ramos

    Beverly M. Collins is the a of the books, Quiet Observations: Diary Thought, Whimsy and Rhyme, and Mud in Magic. Her poems have also appeared in California Quarterly, Poetry Speaks! A year of Great Poems and Poets, The Hidden and the Divine Female Voices in Ireland, The Journal of Modern Poetry, Spectrum, The Altadena Poetry Review and many others.
    In 2012, Collins won a prize from the California State Poetry Society. In 2015, she was nominated for both the Pushcart Prize and Best Independent American Poetry for her piece that appears in the Anthology entitled, Rubicon: Words and Art Inspired by Oscar Wilde's De Profundis. In 2018 she was “short listed” for the Pangolin Review Poetry Prize for her poem, “Shredded” and also gained her 2nd Pushcart Prize nomination for her poem entitled, “Ice.”

   

 

Fray

When every side and center lie in
splinters, sooty and diminished,
when dangled on a sharpened edge
ragged, branded, "Finished."

When hearts are tossed as toys to
break then easily discard,
eye one hundred reasons to spike the
shield, point sword-remain on guard.

When the robust will breaths first
winds of feeble compromise,
let a fray of thread grow mouth and
voice through which to improvise.

Can one trust, a pebble thrust,
will come back as two-fold?
A word to give, a word to keep.
A truth one can uphold.

From drop to trickle to pouring
gush of the uttermost.
To Owl-like wisdom's watchful eye
from the donkey's squeal of boast.

copyright 2015 Beverly M. Collins