Tenderly, April In the latitude of longitude life is blinking in its cradle of this peek-a-boo dream. Flowers springing in the womb of willow trees, as April paints her branch with optimist brush, fingers crossed behind her back toes tip in the hush of newborn celebration within seconds clocked following the final frost.
When not writing poetry, Emalisa Rose enjoys crafting and birding. She volunteers in animal rescue, helping to tend to a cat colony in the neighborhood. She lives by a beach town, which provides much of the inspiration for her art. Her latest collection of poetry is “On the whims of the crosscurrents,” published by Red Wolf Editions.
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