russian gypsy music, would-be bob dylans gathering around tables in inky crisp peacoats. i feel like a circus, hiding my bigtop backdrop against creme de menthe walls. i am avoiding the house, i am too afraid to face the thing i am coming to hate.
there's a pretty milkshake blond wailing into the puffs of smoke, looking for eyes to meet. she finds noone, and sits down to moan her siren song. it's almost spring, hope is shining it's ever-loving light onto our midwestern faces. love is hidden beneath bulky seasonal layers, but our cheeks glow.
i am offered a shot of whiskey. the way i see it, it would be inconsiderate to refuse. i am, after all, on a mission to get drunk. there are liquors to be swilled, boasts and brags to be made, woos to be pitched here in this youthful dark. the rain came steady today, and we've gathered to drink off the clinging chill. our winters are slow and inconsistent, but once they break, we cluster together once more beneath the soft light of our local corner bars. we wait here until the glaciers melt once again.
we gather their freshly flowing waters into cupped hands and drink to each newly promised day.
About Me
- rosy ricks
- rosy ricks is a hard workin’ mama and advocate for social change. After finishing up a term with AmeriCorps Public Allies as a Disaster Education Outreach Specialist at the American Red Cross of Southeastern Wisconsin, ricks worked for a stint as a residential manager at a men’s homeless shelter. This year, ricks will be serving as an Americorps Public Ally Fellow at the Hunger Task Force. She is also enrolled in Alverno College’s Community Leadership undergraduate program, and writes regularly for Citigal Magazine, a Women’s business and Empowerment Magazine based in Milwaukee, Wisconsin. "develop an interest in life as you see it; the people, things, literature, music - the world is so rich, simply throbbing with rich treasures, beautiful souls and interesting people. forget yourself." -henry miller
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