E.L. Blizzard
To you Sir, without teeth, I’m sorry the bag had jerky, nuts, fruit leather. Overthinking, I didn’t think. Next time, they’ll be tuna, peach cups, soft chocolate. How your thanks and genuine smile schooled me in that moment. Perhaps I’ll put a poem in your bag, too.
bare branches
of the warming tree
leafed with food
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POET’S BIO: E. L. Blizzard is a newer resident of Bowling Green, KY and lives in the College Hill Historic District with her spouse. She values having short form and prose poetry, flash fiction, and creative nonfiction in several journals and e-zines. Recently, her haibun “A 21st Century Season of Illumination” centered on migrant farmworkers in Appalachia is nominated for a Pushcart Prize. She holds a B.S. in cultural anthropology and spent many years in advocacy nonprofit work, allying with immigrants/refugees, cis/straight/LGBTQ+ survivors of intimate partner violence, and those experiencing homelessness.
