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| ***BIO*** Judy L. Brekke I was born in and again reside in Minnesota with Stephen S. Morse (spent between 1969 and 1982 in the Bay Area). A co-editor of JUICE, (first as a print magazine now an e-zine). I have been writing since age 10 with some seriousness since 1974. Won the Ina Coolbrith Memorial Poetry Award in 1978 and 1979 with the poems sharing a place in the University of California (Berkeley) Archives. Wrote and illustrated a child's book of poetry in 1981- never submitted - it rests on our bookshelf. Now working on a book of poetry with Stephen S. Morse, 'Places that Linger' , dedicated to our granddaughter. |
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| time to dance |
| by Judy L. Brekke |
| there is a dance at the surfside
a local bar, restaurant, and ballroom on the lake greasy burgers and fries dripping with ketchup are served downstairs in knotty pine dining room beer and cigarettes cloak a large room with a stained oak bar the length of the building i wear my best friend's soft pink frizzy sheath hiding my small immature breasts tell my parents i am going to the football game with susan and sara after the game will go for burgers and a frothy root beer float giggling girly stuff dick picks me up at susan's in his pink and white 1956 chevy white wall tires and convertible top he gives me a small bag with blackberry brandy winks, caresses my leg i drink, it burns like matches sliding down my throat slowly he pulls me closer driving with one hand on the steering wheel the other on my shoulder roy orbison sings "pretty woman" on the car radio my head begins to buzz dick enters the surfside parking lot car radios are wailing with Elvis tunes boys and girls kissing, groping it is saturday night the moon shines silver on the surfside windows dancers glow while melding into each other dick takes a drink, hands the bag to me i have one last gulp listening to the brown paper crinkle in my hand |
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| Jan. 2008 |
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