Opal Jewelry and Beckoning Bread For Nana. A poem by Lydia Renfro

Opal Jewelry and Beckoning Bread For Nana   She was old, at least As if that won’t be us tomorrow. As if life continues on forever and doesn’t snap shut— a screen door while you’re still on the threshold.   She wasn’t in her right mind As if the times she watered tulips or mixedContinue reading “Opal Jewelry and Beckoning Bread For Nana. A poem by Lydia Renfro”

Poetry by Lydia Renfro

Thanksgiving I’m set to go, here at last. Pack up my beleaguered brain, fill myself with glories of going home. Just as my ancestors, I’m starting in the east coldhearted and coast-lonely, to cross fields and plains, come up again to that mountain. I will find my people inside, all coffee and dominoes, smiling toContinue reading “Poetry by Lydia Renfro”