I could be quiet
or pretend it isn’t happening
were it not for the arrow of retrospect.
the space between the lines
still, they spewed promises
sufficiently broad to
of why bloodsucking ticks
should be allowed to rule.
After all, how could blood-engorged ticks
had slaved ions for?
How could we let the arachnids
a thin dime?
Did we all fall asleep?
Surely, our fate
is not be sealed.
C. S. De Dona
Author, Poet, Photographer, domestic violence survivor, and naturalized immigrant, Cornelia is currently an Arts and Letters member of The Southwest Florida Branch 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 in 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 2015 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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