Imperial palaces glint golden.

Gossamer blue butterfly wings descend,

downward to the rotting ruins of human hubris.


arcs like a dome over disappearing dynasties.

Collapsing columns stagger beneath the sun’s eternally angry inferno.

In that dream, Grandfather turns to me and tells me our home had been on that ancient shore where the sea blindingly blue had deceived him as a young man.

With a sweep of his tanned, wrinkled hand he signals to that incomprehensible emptiness that occupies our American space.

Midwinter moon.

Grandfather, like mist, slips away.

Taking with him that last thread of my connection to that world time erased.

Jenny W. Andrews copyright 2022

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I am a published poet and short story writer. I have been published in SNHU's the penmen review. is the link where you can find my poetry and a short story. Previously, I self-published my novel "Bully Another Day," "Short Stories and Vignettes", and a poetry book "Spaces between the Pause" on Amazon/Kindle. Due to abysmal interest in my self-publishing venture, I have unpublished those three projects, as well as my poetry book "Life at the End of the Rainbow." However, I plan to be more aggressive in trying to find a traditional publisher for these projects.

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