Margaret Coombs

She sings hymns in an Appalachian Church while blood, red as geraniums ablaze in the sun, spreads over white walls.  Surrounded by tuneful voices and the organ’s thrum, alone in perceiving this stigmata, she has a vision strange. Behind her sit white-haired women in polyester dresses.  The smears like the liquid of their labor, messy…

There are wonderful poems in this issue of Three Line Poetry–I’m so proud to be included!

Great to see my poem, “Meals on Wheels” published in New Verse News last Friday. I wrote this one in April, for NaPoWriMo. Dusted it off, revised it a smidge, and sent it off. My thanks to James Penha, who is a very busy editor!

Titles can be daunting and I go through many mistakes, usually settling upon a one-word summary of a poem, but nothing that’s exciting to find in a table of contents. In this case, I puzzle over the name of my blog, “Primordial Ooze.” It sounds ugly and off-putting to my ear, though it may accurately…

Delighted to have my poem “Encounter” published in the July issue of Verse-Virtual. It’s a special treat to be in the issue with Karla Huston, the Wisconsin Poet Laureate, as well as Neil Creighton, who has given me helpful critiques on some of my past poems. Please read as many of the fine poems in…