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Hundreds of poets and their work can be found at this web site.  Work can be submitted to Anny Ballardini via Poet's Corner at the URL. "Maybe an Angel Will Intervene" is a part of the Little Girl Faces on Old Bones poetry manuscript.
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Hundreds of poets and their work can be found at this web site.  Work can be submitted to Anny Ballardini via Poet's Corner at the URL.

"Maybe an Angel Will Intervene" is a part of the Little Girl Faces on Old Bones poetry manuscript.

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Three holes opened in the sky today.

When I flew one, there was my father.
"Tell 'em 'Go to Hell,' Sugar!"
I saw him in the car window reflection,
wearing his beaten-in hat,
having a chaw of Red Man Tobacco,
poking at trash, searching for treasure,
with his golf club,
in the Home Depot parking lot.

When I flew through the second,
Mama was all excited,
almost standing on her prize-winning black tulips.
"I'm pretty sure there's a pileated woodpecker
on my head!"
But when she raised her arms to the stars,
it was a robin that flew away--
but Mama's voice chirped
like a bird, just the same.

Through the third hole
my sister was pitching a fit at thirteen--
still wanting to take home
in the backseat of our 1960 Chevrolet
the white horse Daddy had bought us.

I nodded, understanding this curse
of delusional wants, desires
passed down to Earth.

I went looking for God,
and when I found his office,
a modest, brick ranch-style,
the sign on the door said,
CLOSED.
OUT CREATING MYSTERIES
YOU'LL NEVER FIGURE OUT,
YOU LITTLE SQUIRT.

An angel had to hold me up,
because of the heaviness
of my disappointment,
but as I fell back to Earth,
Mama and Daddy threw sugar-coated orange slices
onto the top of the Chevy,
yelling down,
"Santa's coming!  He just flew over
and dropped some candy on the car!
Better get to bed early or you'll miss him!

And through another break in the sky,
I could see Sister, not giving up for a moment,
angling poor Bobtail's ass
toward the backseat.

 

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I came upon this site through WOMPO, a women's writers group, out of the University of Maine. I had written a letter to Baudelaire in French, and asked Anny Ballardini if she could publish it for me. Since she publishes works in several different languages, she said she would be happy to, if I could also provide her with the English translation. Since I was in Paris at the time I wrote it, and wrote the poem in French, originally, I have found it impossible to translate it back into my own language in a way that sounds poetic. My French professor and companions thought it was a good poem in French. Anny Ballardini liked it, as well. Maybe someone else will have to translate it. Anny asked me to go ahead and submit some of my other poems, and I did. There are many well-known poets on this site, such as Annie Finch and Robert Pinsky. It is a good site to find many poets you may like. When you arrive at the site, click on "Poets," who are listed alphabetically. I imagine some of these poets are already in the Red Room, and, if not, would be interested in visiting.

About Bonnie

Both my parents were teachers, who met at the University of AL.  My mother eventually taught 2nd-grade reading; my father taught math, history, and political science.  To improve his income, he later became a seller of insurance, not something he liked, but it met the needs...

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Published Reviews

Jun.22.2011

". . . The human voice, as well as the voices of bears, wind, and waves, are at one with an animate universe, and when we are alive in and to the world we inhabit, we enter into a loving relationship with...

Jun.27.2011

From interview:

"I think dirt is the reason I have spent my whole life in the South," offers Huntsville, Alabama poet, Bonnie Roberts, whose poem "Take Me Down That Row One More Time, Green-Eyed Boy...

Author's Publishing Notes

"Ishmael, Who Will Father Me Now" was published in Dances in Straw with a Two-Headed Calf. "Maybe an Angel Will Intervene," and "Live" are part of the Little Girl Faces on Old Bones manuscript that I am beginning to send out, after many years of editing and revisions.