Malaika King Albrecht
Copper Canyon
Summer is the season of friends.
We lift our cups and bless the vines,
filled with our own ripeness. Our fields
swell with sweet kernels, an endless
budding of more and more. As if
these days will never cease,
we sit on a porch,
lulled by the call of peepers
warning of rain. Our faces open
as cut roses, we wait for bees.
Malaika King Albrecht’s poems have been or are forthcoming in many literary magazines and
anthologies, such as Kakalak: an Anthology of Carolina Poets, Pebble Lake Review, The
Pedestal Magazine, Shampoo, New Orleans Review, and The Bedside Guide to No Tell Motel -
Second Floor. She has taught creative writing to sexual abuse/assault survivors and to
addicts and alcoholics in therapy groups and also is a volunteer poet in local schools. She is
also the editor of Redheaded Stepchild Magazine.
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Copper Canyon
Summer is the season of friends.
We lift our cups and bless the vines,
filled with our own ripeness. Our fields
swell with sweet kernels, an endless
budding of more and more. As if
these days will never cease,
we sit on a porch,
lulled by the call of peepers
warning of rain. Our faces open
as cut roses, we wait for bees.
Malaika King Albrecht’s poems have been or are forthcoming in many literary magazines and
anthologies, such as Kakalak: an Anthology of Carolina Poets, Pebble Lake Review, The
Pedestal Magazine, Shampoo, New Orleans Review, and The Bedside Guide to No Tell Motel -
Second Floor. She has taught creative writing to sexual abuse/assault survivors and to
addicts and alcoholics in therapy groups and also is a volunteer poet in local schools. She is
also the editor of Redheaded Stepchild Magazine.
Home
Issue One
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