Years: 1998, 1999, 2000
Cherryl Floyd-Miller is a poet/playwright/fiber artist working and living in her native North Carolina. She is a manager at a healthcare firm and teaches writing courses in her community. Her work has appeared in Poetry, Crab Orchard Review, Copper Nickel, Terminus, Poetry Southeast, North Carolina Literary Review, Warpland, Essence magazine and numerous anthologies. Her stage plays have been produced in the Southeast and Midwest. She has held residencies, fellowships and grants from Poets & Writers, Inc., Idyllwild Summer in Poetry, Caldera, the Vermont Studio Center, the Fulton County Arts Council and the Indiana Arts Commission. She is currently editing her fourth collection, Hoofer, about the life of the late tapdance legend Gregory Hines, chiseling a verse play, She-monger, and completing various quilting projects.
Gots me hanker. Gots me squall, peeping tall-Tomat your lovely, in your throat, and the itch,hellcat itch, of it rides me like a witchinto the nights, those crafty nights, no calmwill come. You just a mule teeth puppet show.Stop and go. Chickenhearted to the core.you say don’t cross the line or crack the door.How sweetmeat, milk. How navy black. How crow.
But love has stayed and love is made, is allis with, for. We almost did, just about,said we (nohow) wouldn’t (nungh-ungh) fall.This moot jinx so far in, it’s inside out.We say we won’t. But reckon do. Yak. Stallfor if. Wait for good-good. Gut in. Ass out.