you know how ungrateful children can be. she looked up at her mother with a look - with that look. that look of i-won't-say-nothing that says everything. after all that she had done! after all the work and care! the negotiations pony tail ribbons pink dresses books up and down the
stairs! of course she didn't say nothing. she didn't say nothing like but i want that one - the one on
the second shelf to the left of the middle with fish smell
hands. with purple scar paycheck. with eye brow singe.
yellow time card hair.
of course she didn't say nothing. she followed her mother's stare to the middle shelf a bit to the right
with her back straight. with her shoulders back.
tummy tucked in. legs crossed. pony tail ribbons. pink dresses. a book carefully balanced on her head.
About the Author
Courtney J. Campbell was born and raised in Michigan, but has lived in South America since 2001. Currently, she resides in Recife, Pernambuco, Brazil where she teaches English and is enrolled in the Master's Program in Education at the Universidade Federal de Pernambuco. Her research focuses on the causes of the spread of the English language in this region in the post World War II period. Her poetry has been published or accepted for publication in PoetryBay, Socialist Women, LanguageandCulture.net, The Michigan Socialist, The Uncommon Sense, Juice Press, The Iodine Poetry Journal, Kill Poet, and The Smoking Poet.
My curse is my gift. My nightmares, deep sensitivity, and emotional instability gives the best (and most uncomfortable) inspirations I could ever have. For me, art is passion - and visions are the mirror, which show my feelings and connect me with the rest of the world. Read More...