Friday, January 3, 2025

Cherrywood By Emalisa Rose


In the cherrywood cabinet

a gift from her grandmother, Janis

peruses the quarts, pints and

airplane bottles. Selecting the scotch

from the bunch, she gives a strong pour

minus the ice, then closes the closet

swearing she'll stop one day --


just not today.




When not writing poetry, Emalisa Rose enjoys crafting with macrame and drawing in charcoals. She volunteers in animal rescue, tending to cat colonies in the neighborhood. She walks with a birding group on weekend. Her latest collection is "Ten random wrens," published by Maverick Duck Press.

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