Even when Death inhabits a poem, he does not own it. He is a squatter. In fact, Death owns nothing. – Todd Moore
The poems of Pris Campbell have appeared in numerous journals and anthologies, including PoetsArtists, Rusty Truck, Bicycle Review, Chiron Review, and Outlaw Poetry Network. The Small Press has published eight collections of her poetry and Clemson University Press a collaboration Continue reading war again by Pris Campbell
Repetitions Russians hold up banners against the war, face dangerous repurcusions from the balding autocrat and his officials. Perhaps for the first time many of us feel a heart bond with the real Russia. After all, can we forget Kent Continue reading Repetitions by Pris Campbell
The Heart Has Its Ways (A Marriage Haiku/Senryu Sequence) courtship a rose or card celebrates each occasion Phoenix rising I’ll never hurt you like he did autumn breeze I lean deeper into trust vows said my cat, now our cat, Continue reading The Heart Has Its Ways by Pris Campbell
Music Prose Poem One Boston. Sixth row. Center seats. Jagger struts his skinny body across the stage, top hat tilted, his American flag cape waving behind him. The crowd rises as one, my brother in law to my left, two Continue reading Music Prose Poem One by Pris Campbell
Second Guessing Billy Joel on the Carson show sings ‘that way you are’ song while we munch on pizza, bed rumpled from our love making on this, our wedding night, in one of the two motels in my two Continue reading Second Guessing & one other poem by Pris Campbell
A CALL FOR ARMS we must be brave too much, the raven cries outside bedspread over my head I tremble unseen when the wind rises he warms my hands against his chest I beg him to stay through the night, Continue reading A Call for Arms by Pris Campbell
Tsunami South Florida traffic has trickled down from a tsunami to a small stream. No more blue-haired ladies knocking down lane cones, countless ears glued to cell phones or Porsches racing for the bridge to Palm Beach, home of old Continue reading Tsunami by Pris Campbell
Yesterday In his city by the restless Nile, dust seeps, like a nosy ghost, through open windows underneath the door frame past the veils over his daughters’ faces, out grocery shopping at midnight with other veil-clad women, avoiding Cairo’s relentless Continue reading Yesterday & Westwind by Pris Campbell
Rhett Butler Left and Isn’t Coming Back Full moon kisses. Kisses over late wine and morning coffee kisses. Sloppy kisses. Even Rhett Butler up the steps kisses. He held me captive in the web he wove, moon sighing, hoot owls Continue reading Rhett Butler Left and Isn’t Coming Back by Pris Campbell
Making It So You had gone to Alexandria from Cairo with family and were resting on the soft grass while they explored. Someone took your picture. I used my graphics program to place a day moon above you. Your daughter Continue reading Making It So by Pris Campbell