Alice, from Old East New York by Emalisa Rose

From her hospital bed, piping

with morpheme, she caresses

those triple crown days -

of dirty martinis, five olives

of deep tans on curves, as

she’d rotate along with the 

sun’s reposition

and a smoke, staring seaside,

long drags, Lucky Strikes

blowing rings round the gulls

sharing skies with her.

Aunt Alice of Old East New York

before “joy” became treacherous. 

When not writing poetry, Emalisa Rose enjoys crafting and hiking. She volunteers in animal rescue, and tends to cat colonies in the neighborhood. She lives by a beach town, which provides much of the inspiration for her art  Some of her poems have appeared in Writing in a Woman's Voice, The Rye Whiskey Review, Mad Swirl and other amazing places. Her latest collection is "Connected by sparrows," published by Origami Poems Project.