by Sheree La Puma

It’s #tbt! Enjoy this great one from SWWIMEvery Day‘s archives!

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When you fall from middle earth
my scars
become a selling point.
In a field outside
Los Angeles,
a pale moon rising
over blood
red blooms, poppies.
Somewhere,
in the world, my children
mourn
their father, alone.
Mother
is a body, void
of hope.
I used to be a wildflower
planted
& on this early
morning
I watch spring
explode
like the barrel of a
gun.

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Sheree La Puma is a poet and recent cancer survivor based in both Los Angeles and Rosarito, Mexico. She often writes about border related issues. Her work has appeared in Frontier Poetry, Lake Effect: An International Literary Journal, The Penn Review, Redivider, Sugar House Review, The Maine Review, Poetry Salzburg Review, London Reader, The Lascaux Review, Salt Hill Literary Journal, Stand Magazine, Rust + Moth, Mantis, and Catamaran Literary Reader, among others. She earned her MFA in writing from CalArts. Her poetry has been nominated for Best of The Net and four Pushcarts. A reader for the Orange Blossom Review, her latest chapbook, Broken: Do Not Use, is currently available at Main Street Rag Publishing.

by Sheree La Puma

It’s #tbt! Enjoy this great one from SWWIMEvery Day‘s archives!

____________________________________________________________

When you fall from middle earth
my scars
become a selling point.
In a field outside
Los Angeles,
a pale moon rising
over blood
red blooms, poppies.
Somewhere,
in the world, my children
mourn
their father, alone.
Mother
is a body, void
of hope.
I used to be a wildflower
planted
& on this early
morning
I watch spring
explode
like the barrel of a
gun.

____________________________________________________________

Sheree La Puma is a poet and recent cancer survivor based in both Los Angeles and Rosarito, Mexico. She often writes about border related issues. Her work has appeared in Frontier Poetry, Lake Effect: An International Literary Journal, The Penn Review, Redivider, Sugar House Review, The Maine Review, Poetry Salzburg Review, London Reader, The Lascaux Review, Salt Hill Literary Journal, Stand Magazine, Rust + Moth, Mantis, and Catamaran Literary Reader, among others. She earned her MFA in writing from CalArts. Her poetry has been nominated for Best of The Net and four Pushcarts. A reader for the Orange Blossom Review, her latest chapbook, Broken: Do Not Use, is currently available at Main Street Rag Publishing.

by Sheree La Puma

When you fall from middle earth
my scars
become a selling point.
In a field outside
Los Angeles,
a pale moon rising
over blood
red blooms, poppies.
Somewhere,
in the world, my children
mourn
their father, alone.
Mother
is a body, void
of hope.
I used to be a wildflower
planted
& on this early
morning
I watch spring
explode
like the barrel of a
gun.

____________________________________________________________________________________________________

Sheree La Puma is an award-winning writer whose personal essays, fiction and poetry have appeared in or are forthcoming in Heron River Review, Juxtaprose, The Rumpus, O:JA&L, Plainsongs, The Main Street Rag, Burningword Literary Journal, I-70 Review, Inflectionist Review, Levee, The London Reader, Bordighera Press - VIA: Voices in Italian Americana, Gravel, Foliate Oak, PacificReview, Westwind, and Ginosko Literary Review, among others. She received an MFA in Writing from California Institute of the Arts and has taught poetry to former gang members.