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her skin was white as snow
her hair black like raven, and eyes luminous black bear eyes, warm and round
she was so beautiful it made my heart swell

when i came near her, very near
my third eye tickled and i said to my brother’s girlfriend “i love you, mary”
and from then on, my forehead would tickle when i was near someone i loved

so it was easy to see that my robin hood brother and this fairy princess
were enchanted at 17

except when she missed her period
after that i don’t think any prince could wake her out of her fate, and before they knew it, the elders had handled the affairs and they were married

she found herself living in our cavernous house alone with me, a 7-year old
her teen husband worked nights at dr. pepper and mostly just stayed away doing not-good things
and my daddy worked late
poor adolescent snow white playing the mommy role way before her time

by now the spell wore off and i wasn’t in love with her anymore but i saw this commercial about deviled ham in a can, it looked so delicious i wanted it for dinner

she objected but i protested and she relented and made me a deviled ham sandwich on white bread

and there we sat
snow white, me, and her pregnant belly
but i couldn’t eat that salty pitch forked ham. it tasted nothing like the made-up story they sold
so i ran out to the woods and she screamed after me but not too hard because truly, how could she care?

she had enough on her mind with a ruined life and her apple so ripe

snow white in her cold-dream glass coffin wide awake
in a house so empty there weren’t even any ghosts for company

i left her there that night so long ago
my forlorn snow white
with nothing more than a tin of underwood deviled ham
and the bones of a poisoned castle.




hard boiled points
roil in my bed of restless turns

scrape off bits of shell stuck to the
membrane of a sleepless night

my soft boiled brain comes to a head
of hard conclusions
cracked, like a concussion

fried-egg eyes greet my morning
ringed with the iron blue like muted embryos

tired eggs
left cold in the pan
of my departed bed

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thin skin
stained but clean
reminds me of you

your linen arms, face
fragile but sturdy

tea towel, part of my kitchen
my heart
my potholder, beloved rag

friend at my side
during the hard parts
the spills, the burns
soaking up the hurts

perfect in your blemishes
linen towel, far from white
i love you so

"Softly" courtesy of artist/poet Karen Hartley see Karen's poetry blog at

“Softly” courtesy of artist/poet Karen Hartley
see Karen’s poetry blog at

I’m transported to a different place and time
as I sprint the spoon
into the bright and tangy
as sweet and sour
gloriously orange sherbet-plus-sunset citrus

It’s a fond feeling, a safe feeling
transported back to that modest Crofton residence
and the grandmother who served the grapefruit

Memories glow like each segment glistens
as I slurp and sip the squirting juices

This is the Felicia Fruit, the grandmother breakfast
The acid and sourness faded away after she accepted me,
and I was a faithful ally to her always

We were bound by the common love of her beloved grandson
The sweetness of the fruit of this love swelled in cross country letters…the old fashioned way to communicate, and we both enjoyed our special friendship

we were conspirators in agreeing all
he Should do and Should Not do

and we were partners at the end of the day
in spoiling him
and loving him

Her stoic yet a little quirky personality
pungent and fruity lives on
in the loveliness of that bite

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