Legacy and Consciousness
History and ancestral beginnings
Enjoy the poetic nuances of Phylise Smith.Her words move in a lyrical dance of words. Feel her flow.
Halloween night, in a persona I’ve never become I bewitched and twitched wearing a black and orange striped elevated hat spider web marked cape, charcoal knee high black boots. And carrying a tiny broom made of dead leaves.
When I was a child
Pulsating black lights glimpsed through house doors smiling wide. Streaming organ music fake howls, yells, signaled candy would flood my wrinkled paper sack. Puff it into a brown balloon piñata of chocolates, marshmallows, caramels, suckers amid occasional cigarettes thrown in by adult pranksters.
Long ago, candy was my Halloween.
Whether my costume was a princess, comic book figure, pirate, ghost,
fairy, witch- it didn’t matter
In play, these roles were ribbons in my hair.
At night, I shed them,
like a young snake.
Publication: aaduna, spring 2016 Issue
A New Hair St…