Graeae Sisters against Perseus




blind sister dread
blind sister horror, sleep
and I … alarm sister
shall watch for him
while sea-foam hiss
your senses charm
there … there … dreaming

now, sight be my turning
against his thievery … he
mighty gods empowered … he
who would steal my vision
to catch the flash of moonlight
upon his mirrored shield

and I would not open to him
access to sequestered power
of sister serpent hair
for she will petrify him
to behold the potent
in her image


Bonnie Marshall

Artwork: LMessecar
“The Graeae Sisters

To Give a Damn




from someone else’s mind
I gathered image word
and feeling meaning

it sorted to my brain
somewhere in a neuron
synapse cell to cell

I hear him say it …
that Rhett Butler voice …
that cocksure gaze …

brilliant framing of the
door between his worlds

at the turning point
he didn’t give a damn

about her

flawless timing  … always
absolutely perfect for
remembering of know



Giles from Salem
beat someone’s heart
to stopping … damn you
Giles from Salem

old Giles from Salem
they witch hung his love wife
for mumbling in a corner

cried him out for wizard
to claim the family land
if he, innocent,  confessed

plank and boulder pressed him
rigid … Puritan … earth
three days to eye bulge, tongue loll

“Confess you are a witch!”  they shouted
one on the plank to crush his heart

“More weight … more weight.”  his dying words
damn them, Giles from Salem



in the revealing black and white of it
The public doesn’t give a damn about integrity.
A town that won’t defend itself
deserves no help.
Lon Cheney’s  jaded sheriff lines, High Noon

Katy Jurado tells Lloyd Bridges
And, it takes more than big broad shoulders
to make a man.
she is a survival realist
leaves on the high noon train

before she leaves she talks with Cooper
Jurado: Kane, if you’re smart, you will get out, too.
Cooper: I can’t.
Jurado: I know


Bonnie Marshall
artist unknown

Charge of the Hand-Me-Downs


a nation dawned

from deep knowing


a first emblem … documented

 and sewn  hasty … necessary



red flannel petticoats

the white of soldiers’ shirts

blue of a captain’s coat


now there are signs of wear

gaps open between stripes


an infiltrating must

fast threatens warp and woof


watch out

you worn conservators

 you are accountable


though you

were given hand-me-downs

your charge is to preserve


Bonnie Marshall

Artwork: Shane Cotton

Metrics in the Green



there are metrics in the green
of yellowblue now cautionary
for my inner Eve

yes … I know with certainty
the Sun is blazing white
although, it is cartoon colored
for a visual effect

and I know Eve’s flow
is not forbidden for star sailors
although, it is red nuisance
in a spacecraft

yet, birthing of soft pinkness
into a silver shell … and

oh, AdamEve … if you risk generation
outside the prism of green Earth
into a whitegray, blackbeige land
with radiation … bone loss …

oh, beware these consequences
you know well their gravity

Bonnie Marshall

Artwork by Richard Diebenkorn




to part a thought

first poem for a book …

 to part a thought

as shadows fold and fold
into a blind of unlit night,
and I within a box-ed room
do hesitate at close-ed doors
and pause to part a thought

then … here … for authenticity

I shall wear bare cover
of my nakedness … here … a gauzy gown
of no embellishment … with no design
save slight touching of a softness

and with a greysome stain
upon the hem of my intent
from earth and walking barefoot
to feel the grounding there

and then … here…for curiousity
before a puff … a candle smoke
obliterates your sight of me

I shall light a blaze of lanterns
at my windows … on my porch-ed railing,
down narrow steps and winding path
for a welcoming


Bonnie Marshall

Artist: Unknown