30 Poems in 30 Days


We see what we want to see

Human nature’s best guess,

Rorschach and Roshomon

Holding hands on the street corner,

Hoping you will gaze in their direction,

Looking, but not seeing.




Like Sugar

Rolling by the yellow building

On my bike

I sniff a

Familiar smell,

Acrid and sharp,

Just like my darkroom days.

Some smells you never forget

Like how my mother’s fingers smell like

Tobacco and mint.

My bike thumps over a pot hole

Past gardens that smell like sugar

Just before it burns.






About Cynthia Coleman Emery

Professor and researcher at Portland State University who studies science communication, particularly issues that impact American Indians. Dr. Coleman is an enrolled citizen of the Osage Nation.
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