Biography
Redde Michaels was raised on highway radio and rest stop stall poetry. Now, she is a nomadic hermit playing semantics with her mind. Her first publication, complete with quasi-calligraphic penmanship, is on display inside OKC’s Factory Obscura. More digitally crisp work has been published by In Parentheses, Dipity, The Penmen Review, and The Dark Poets Club.
The Call of the Void (published by Dipity)
On the edge of the earth It beckons still – the fossil of my rage a contorted tree of glass – rooted reaching
No Time Like the Present (found in Factory Obscura)
I wish to hold the stars to their promises
Lost Memories (found in Factory Obscura)
they leak through my hands sand on the wind as I try to bottle the remains.
Starfield (published by In Parentheses)
Where did you go, or can you not say? The cicadas now know you better than I may ever, but at least I will always find you in their song. And in the fading flash of molten lightning, winking secrets from the trees in my city’s penumbra.
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