A Sketch on My First Writers’ Workshop, for V.

Voice and mood yoke
In wintry dusk
Cut from pen’s smoke.

This is our task,
Oh lost Plains child
Reaped from rhyme’s husk:

Inter one wild
Agon, one cheap
Mood and voice styled

Courtly—or leap,
Artemisian
Roe, torn to weep

This dazed season
Out in bone broke
Ripeness of moon.

(A Dimeter Terza Rima Acrostic)

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Laurence Foshee is a Tulsa, Oklahoman with poetry and prose in Dragon Poet Review, The Drabble, The Tulsa Review, and a forthcoming Oklahoma anthology honoring the memory of The Greenwood District. When not reading and writing poetry, his work in patient transport during the entire first year of the Covid-19 pandemic has driven him to resume pre-health studies and pursue osteopathic medicine. He hopes to find commonalities in helping others within these disparate, higher callings.

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