Tsunami 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 & Westwind 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 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 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

Making Space by Pris Campbell

making space our house overflows with killed promises and I think of days when I still took kisses for granted like ‘amen’ at the end of a Sunday prayer or the purr of a cat when offered a nuzzle under Continue reading Making Space by Pris Campbell