A Dedication for H. J. B. by Amelia Blossomhouse

BOMB 28 Summer 1989

Home of the Bill T. Jones / Arnie Zane Company


as purple shades
usher in the night
i lock myself
in our room
darkly hemmed in by
memories
we almost shared
in the pressing darkness
i reach out
to pull the purple nightshade
as a comforter to surround me
no longer taunted
i submit.

Amelia Blossomhouse is a South African in exile and an internationally published author. She currently does dramatic readings of her poetry to live percussion. Our Sun Will Also Rise, a collection of poetry, is just out on Three Continents Press.

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BOMB 28, Summer 1989
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