Spotlight: Avant Avant-garde

Hi All

It's a fantastic day to shine the spotlight on someone I find highly talented. Today, on the Jimmy Broccoli page and website, it is a privilege to share with you the work of Avant Avant-garde!

I was introduced to Avant's poetry a few months ago and I am so glad I was. Her ability to write powerfully and creatively is high-level. She writes poems that stay with you - poetry you'll want to re-visit because it's that good.

Avant in her own words:

Avant has been featured in more than a dozen anthologies, spanning over a 20-year writing career. She is a profuse lover of words – words, the saving grace and the hellfire of how she draws breath. Inspired at an early age by the Classic poets that have paved the way for us to embrace calligraphy of the soul, her page, Avant-Avant-garde, and several others she writes for.

She is set to release upcoming books and more…

To enjoy various pieces of her work, check out: Avant-Avant-garde.

Here are two poems by Avant Avant-garde - and I know you'll love them as much as I do! ______________

I am a motherless child The orphaned handprint of love withheld Nurture and protection Yeah, Estranged siblings Like the family reunion my peace never attends

I am a motherless girl Packaged abandonment the broom closet of Lost and disheveled A room of discarded Dreams and Innocence

I am a motherless teen Imprinted image of Battered and tattered shards of broken forming skin to shelter While the winds of withheld blow

I am a motherless woman Perfumed in dingy Clothed in afterthoughts Sitting in the darkness of Shattered Awaiting the crumpled pages of this ridiculed soul to finally read Like fresh air...

Decency, you left me motherless

©Avant-Avant-garde ______________

How many ways can my soul break My essence My rise My hope

How many ways can my tears drown My heart My smile My trust

How many ways can I die with full lungs My vulnerability My surrender My open

How many... I've lost count Except the number of tombstones That fill the graveyard of my love...

Avant-Avant-garde

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