Lady slipper Lady’s slipper dew dropped orchid girl at dawn… “a fool for her stockings,” someone said I was for hers, & I admit there were times sharp high heeled imprints walked over the backbone of my soul, because I let them & I let them Lady slipper Lady’s slipper dew dropped orchid girl at dawn… long gone
from Black Ice & Fire, Poems 1974-2014 by James Ross Kelly
James Ross Kelly lives in Northern California next to the Sacramento River. Mr. Kelly was a long-time resident of Southern Oregon where he grew up. And the Fires We Talked About published by Uncollected Press in 2020 is Mr. Kelly’s first book of fiction. In 2024 Mr. Kelly published his third book, "Above Neil Rock," a memoir.
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