on my
head, even though it
says
Coral Beach Club, Bermuda
and
is hibiscus pink. I can’t
join
the American baseball spirit
where
life is a game as you
hit
the sun out of the park
with
a whack! Make a home run
where
your own bright light stars,
as
you run around a diamond
shaped
like a fan. I can not
put
this Donald Duck beak
on my
face, nor turn it round
into
a Davy Crockett tail.
Sole
daisy petal attached to
a
skull says, I love
myself so!
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Nancy Anne Miller
is a Bermudian poet. Her book Somersault is forthcoming from Guernica Editions(CA).Her poems have appeared in Edinburgh Review (UK), The
International Literary Quarterly (UK), Stand(UK), Magma (UK),Journal of
Postcolonial Writing (UK), Mslexia (UK), The Moth (IE), A New Ulster (IE), The
Fiddlehead (CA), The Dalhousie Review (CA), Postcolonial Text (CA),The
Caribbean Writer (VI),tongues of the ocean(BS),Sargasso: Journal of Caribbean
Literature(PR)Journal of Caribbean Literatures (USA), Hampton Sydney Poetry
Review(USA) Theodate (USA),with poems forthcoming in Agenda(UK). She has an M Litt in Creative Writing from Univ. of Glasgow, is a
MacDowell Fellow and teaches workshops in Bermuda.
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