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Alice de Sturler, Leslie Sullivan, and Terri Leidich (L-R), photograph Glenn Leidich

Alice de Sturler, Leslie Sullivan, and Terri Leidich (L-R), photograph Glenn Leidich

The Month of April was National Poetry Month.

Our President, Terri Leidich, encouraged us all to climb in our pens and let the creative juices flow.

Many of us did and the result is a fabulous collection of 15 very different pieces.

You can download them here.

The 2014 BQB Poetry Contest Winner, Leslie Sullivan, wrote a very moving piece.

It is called: Fingers.

Creases of his fingers
are stained black
from work, coal, asphalt, hate.

Skin over his equine muscles
and over his bones
stretches red from fifty-some years
of sun blows, unscreened.

My baby hands would not
stretch round the callous trunks
of his fingers so I held only his thumb
as he read Bible stories
and told me of a little girl
walking in the woods
finding a kitten.

And though impressions
of his fingers, of his fists
of his shiny leather belt
were left on my skin
too many times,
his hands bled love.

The skin of his fingers split,
knuckles cracked,
so my hands could stay supple
buried in pages,
stained black too but with ink.

Leslie blogs at the Pocket Universe and if you want to stay abreast of the latest, follow her on Twitter. Please take a look at her work and if you like it, share her work. We love it!

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