Ama Reynolds, USA

Ama lives two minutes from the Atlantic Ocean. A professional copywriter by day, she is currently working on a memoir, as well as a poetry collection.

  • Everyone Knows You’re Going to Live

    Ama Reynolds, USA

    (Submitted by the author)

    (So you might as well start trying. – Regina Spektor)

    You can choose your own adventure.
    Life is difficult.
    Happy families are all alike, Ishmael.
    I sing the song of myself - why
    Is the measure of love, loss?

    Flip it. There are a thousand turns.
    More. Take a self-help book off
    The shelf. Or read the one by
    Lorrie Moore. Moore’s is better
    Than all of them.

    Don’t be a writer, she says. If you can
    Be anything else, anything else at all,
    Just do it. You won’t regret it.

    Some of us are not so lucky. That’s

  • Grandma Gerry

    Ama Reynolds, USA

    (Submitted by the author)

    Grandma Gerry, when I forget how much I miss you, when I think of you instead of me, I daydream about your heaven and what might be there. There would be lots of yummy, no-longer-dangerous cigarettes, sweet and satisfying. And rose gardens - red roses, pink, yellow, white and red red red.

  • The Seashell

    Ama Reynolds, USA

    (Submitted by the author)

    Oh, how the years pass - so quickly. The days, the weeks, the months, the hours. How did I get here?

    In Jacksonville, Florida, outside of an office, the roar of the highway sounds like ocean waves - the rush you hear when you put a big seashell to your ear.

  • Sight, Memory (With Apologies to Nabokov)

    Ama Reynolds, USA

    (Submitted by the author)

    What is light? What is light within? What is light within light? Stillness becoming alive, yet still? A lively understandable spirit once entertained you. It will come again. Be still. Wait. - Theodore Roethke

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  • Upon Awakening on a Weekday Morning at Three-Years-Old

    Ama Reynolds, USA

    (Submitted by the author)

    We shall not cease from exploration, and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time. - T. S. Eliot.