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Poetry by Reanna Marchman: "Illuminate Part I: Light and Breath; Part II: Reflection"; and

Spirit Fire Review/Marchman/Illuminate


Part I: Light and Breath

Let’s all

reach out touch a

Non-loved face, light, the eye

Breathe sky

Love the dirty and raspy breath of

Tony- holding his sign

His ripped coat, face leather

stench of urine, or just skin

Untouched by water/

Soap a commodity, a luxury

Granted- I take it

Water that falls from sky

out of pipe and little holes

Scream- normal, no rich

It screams rich

Rich like chocolate cheese cake

Like gold watch-wrist

Don’t touch close

Five feet

Accepted like

Chapsticked lips Makeuped eyes

Do you see it?


Off from us there is

In sky


I can’t reach you us.

Part II: Reflection

Moon a reflection, a shadow

A dirt ridden

Are you there?

Is it safe?

To turn and walk towards a new


Leave behind craters

Of non-gravity

Walk away/ look away

From the little girl in the pink


Standing in line

Soup kitchen

Or the naked African boy crawling

In dirt

Bones breaking with each

Look up dark or light

Shining is it?

Am I? Ignoring

Look a BMW hood

Reflecting my face


I am I say through pursed lips

I see with eyes


mouth wet with salt

hope with light I’ll see where

I step

And float.

Four Years and Counting

My bed was stolen and taken out the back sliding glass door

Why don’t you want me?

A cry fading to a whisper

A background noise blending into the desert

it joins the swirling wind and

creates a tornado

consuming the past and present

it reaches a still pond

The tornado vanishes…

Among the water’s peaceful solitude


Gently the pond

FillS to brim and over


t r i c k l



and becomes a mighty river

Spreading through the dry





I follow

New life springs up a tree on a hill grows a silhouette stands beside

I climb up and grasp the ripened fruit pluck it from a low branch

and hand it back

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