Poems & Essays

24 Jun

Lunch Hour on the Beach

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A daughter sketched near.
A son carved sand grottos
and fortresses tethered to

the moxie of ruddy sun
while the ocean laundered
spume over the city’s

lunch hour. Dark-spotted
fingers flicked away sleep
from a mother’s crow’s feet,

dual lips tittered like tolling
bells, while her leather-bent
Plath poetry bled sonnets

into the light. They were
domained here with nimbus
for heads, strapped to tiers

of laughter in mid-vowels,
stories held to sun-burned
cheeks–all dreamily siloed

where salt-stained air sped
to find their way back to
the ocean lined with birds.


A Pushcart nominee, Lana Bella is an author of two chapbooks, Under My Dark (Crisis Chronicles Press, 2016) and Adagio (forthcoming from Finishing Line Press), has had her poetry and fiction featured with over 200 journals, Columbia Journal, Poetry Salzburg Review, The Writing Disorder, Third Wednesday, and elsewhere, among others. She resides in the US and the coastal town of Nha Trang, Vietnam, where she is a mom of two far-too-clever-frolicsome imps.

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