Rage (in remembrance of the October 7 Massacre) by Judith R. Robinson It disturbs, this slanting light yellow & rapturous and once a part of promise. Mocking now, and strange these sighing palms that stirred with expectation. How like betrayal the stillness of desert flowers quiet, beautiful, unfaded. I was not an alien here. I was as one with the light the palms, the cactus. Why did the earth I loved not cry out for me as my life’s blood Copyright 2023 by Judith R. Robinson
Judith R. Robinson* is an editor, teacher, fiction writer, poet and visual artist. A summa cum laude graduate of the University of Pittsburgh, she is listed in the Directory of American Poets and Writers. She has published 100+ poems, five poetry collections, one fiction collection; one novel; edited or co-edited eleven poetry collections. Teacher: Osher at Carnegie Mellon University and the University of Pittsburgh. Her most recewnt poetry collection is Buy A Ticket, WordTech Editions, (2022).
