Paris Girls

After our visit to Alsace we stayed a week in Paris. It’s a beautiful city, for the most part, but we noticed again the tensions between cultures and religions. The 2015 attack on Paris revealed a complicated history with tensions still unresolved.


Paris Girls…


wrap scarves

over their heads,

beg in front of

Notre Dame.


Our Mother,

take pity on these

poor Muslim girls

whose long drab dresses

reveal just their soles –

seemingly without

fathers or brothers

as the girls

shake down tourists.


“Do you speak English?”

they ask.


Or they clean windshields

from traffic islands,

where I see a driver scream at two

of the girls,

his face red with hate.


And yet, I confess, I never

drop a coin

into a beggar’s cup.


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I've been writing mostly poetry for many years and have gotten a number of works accepted in publications and anthologies. I'm most interested in communicating with poets for whom craft is a high priority. I enjoy finding and commenting on poetic gems in other people's work. For my own work, I welcome polite comments, whether positive or critical.

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