Poetry Corner 1 Nothing and all Only so much time allotted our soul’s walk On this, dry earth A‘fore plucked still budding we Are taken up into Nothing or something Scholars cannot decide The gender, purpose or guile of God Whether in DNA we make him Or clay, form, those deities Clash in storybook Causing futile war In human reach we fear so much Never admitting this is why Strangers are not Welcome and we turn More to those who resemble What we know In our small skulls we Do not know as much as We think but still This awareness of something May a curse be To know is to fall To fall is to be
By Candice Louisa Daquin. Candice is of Sephardi French/Egyptian descent. Born in Europe, Daquin immigrated to the American South West to study and become a Psychotherapist, where she has continued writing and editing. Prior to publishing her own poetry collections, Daquin regularly wrote for the poetry periodical ‘Rattle and The Northern Poetry Review’. Daquin is queer woman of mixed ethnicity and passionate feminist beliefs concerning equality, Daquin’s poetry is her body of evidence.
8
