“Susan” (by Rina Terry)


Blonde as summer on the Cape,
A Vineyard wanna-be. Enough
money to dress well, eat well;
just enough panache to know
it isn’t enough to meet the guy
who owns a yacht, pays a tailor
to stitch his shirts and jackets.

She sails well, knows fore
from aft but say futtock
and she is offended. Awash
much of the time. Vacation
the fulcrum of every conversation,
every shopkeeper sees her
coming. Her Visa and MasterCard
their most intimate friends.

This poem appears in Poems for the Writing, in the “SPIRIT OF NAMES” chapter. Used by permission of Rina Terry.

“My Side of the Story: A Fibonacci Poem” (by Jesi Kim)

My Side of the Story: A Fibonacci Poem

by Jesi Kim

That point in time
You knew there was a line
You should not have crossed that line
You should have seen things from my angle
But no, you stuck your triangular nose into my business
A place that was as guarded as the Pentagon, and now you know
You should have followed the instructions on the red octagon, but instead you told
And now everyone knows and looks at me like I’m a tridecagon, cursed with thirteen sides.

(Used by permission of Jesi Kim)