Northern_Lights_2019

32 Works Every Time By Nathan Berg She is a prankster, beautiful brunette waves, and her magnetic fingers beckon me closer. Her aggressive eyelids lock me so I never see the banana peel. The sky leaps up, and the last noise I hear is fleeing laughter, like broken glass tumbling down a hill. Praise to a Woman By Joy Marmorstein Praise to the pink curve of her lips and the songs that break forth from them— if the scent of spring had a voice she would sing with lilac and fresh rain. Praise to her dewy skin, soft and unblemished, and to the sunrise that clothes her, the dawn draped over her softness. Praise to her willowed body, legs waltzing, hips twirling— How could I not reach out to touch her? And I, with husky voice and heavy gait, rough hands, dull eyes, and chapped and pale lips— how am I, too, a woman?