Never mind the muck on my boots nor the streaks on my face, nor even my wind-wispy hair. My beauty is in the stream I stand in. It washes common stones to a gem polish and never asks for a white dress. The first I could not escape; my shrill voice did not find resonance [...]
Sometimes a White Dress
by Noelle Carter
Contest Honorees, Poetry, Summer 2007
To Be
by Noelle Carter
First Place Winner, Poetry Contest To be a woman is to be heavy: to know the elements, one by one, to return to the earth which first gave life, to feel its weight, and to come forth again. A maiden is a naiad: light as air in elusive flame. Her heart is bound to nothing [...]