by Brook Blander
(from now that I’m here; lyrics from the mud to the sun)
…is what they call her.
Without regard to her name
She is introduced by her circumstances.
Blood vessels color the whites of her eyes
They look so deep into her mirrors
. that they bypass their own reflections.
(from Personal; Intimate Comforts of Reflection)
The things that I have seen
And should not have seen
Paint a picture of what makes my backbone
. and twisted
Up against thin walls
Hit with fists
. that missed
Behind the broken vessels of bloodshot eyes
Beneath matted hair of sweat and juices
From mounting each stair with heads
Knocking out hope
. No more hope.
. Hope is gone.
Even the little bit tucked away in small eyes
That have seen it all.
Brook Blander is the author and poet of six works of non-fiction, literary fiction, and poetry collections, including her most recent collection entitled “now that I’m here; lyrics from the mud to the sun“. Her first novel, The Secrets of Mercy, a historical fiction work about the story of four women and their search for what freedom truly means to each of them, is slated for release Summer 2013 in honor of the 150th anniversary of Emancipation.
Blander currently lives in Texas with her family and a spoiled little dog, a Lhasa Apso named Cocoa LaBear.