Lou Amyx

Roses

A woman grown old doesn’t need much. A narrow bed in a room. A window. Something to hold back the sorrows of years compounded by years, and now confounded by fear that hell is not Divine – no lake of fire – just these million solitary embers of memory. They flame and climb like roses on the papered walls. Some golden, glowing as the brilliant lies they told her; some searing, bluely crimson – the ones she told herself.

Lou Amyx began her public writing career as a participant in the Edward Albee New Playwrights Workshop under the mentorship of Lanford Wilson. Her poems appear in The Arena, Naugatuck River Review, and Tidal Basin Review. Her chapbook, The Bracelet, was published in February by Finishing Line Press.