Do you think you are a good person,
you demand of
the liberated me
your scream
howling
between the porous legs of present and past
as you carp about terror, truth and stunted lives
as you try to saw through my last nerve
as skinny, slant eyed
whiskey whores
parade through purple haze
gorge on your coffers
tramp through your lies
nightmare channel
briefly appeasing you
with their sweet meats
and clotted cream
as the clock strikes past twelve
as you curse in bold print
drippingly swear
that you
are a good person.
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Cornelia DeDona
Author, Poet, Photographer, domestic violence survivor, and naturalized immigrant Cornelia is currently an Arts and Letters Member-At-Large of The National League Of American Pen Women.
Cornelia lived in Kaneohe, Hawaii, for thirty-six years. Also, seven years in the Mid-Hudson Valley of New York. She now resides in North Fort Myers, Florida.
Her poems and photography are published in print, online, and Rain Bird, a literary and art journal of the University of Hawaii's Windward Community College (2008-2013).
In 2013, Cornelia received Rain Bird's Kolokolea Poetry Prize for her poem, "Speaking French."
In 2016 her chapbook "Hawaiian Time," entered in the National League of American Pen Women's Vinnie Ream contest, was awarded third place in their inaugural multi-discipline category.
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