sunday mornings

sunday mornings


i remember

Jax Brewery,

horses with buggies,


at the crosswalk,

music somewhat

taming roller skates on feet,

daddy reigning

my restless soul in,

legs forever poised

towards the arms of Jackson Square,

artists proudly brandishing

their weapons there,

fingers extended,

blank canvases, obliterated,

as they, excitedly, suggested

that i sit for a portrait,

the mime stood next to me,

her face some kind of silver catastrophe,

locked in the throes of ecstasy,


i caught a whiff of her secret

delectable the bait--the hope of a donut,

three per plate, kept us both in place,


timelessly scoring,

the fury of our wait.

Eliana Vanessa

Eliana Vanessa is originally from Argentina and moved to New Orleans, Louisiana at a young age.  She recently participated in 100,000 Poets for Change (2018) and served as part of a panel of poets in The Jane Austen Festival (2017, 2018, 2019).   You can find her work online at The Blue Nib, Beneath The Rainbow, The Sirens Call, The Ramingo’s Porch, Ariel Chart, The Horrorzine, Fearless, Drinker’s Only, The Rye Whiskey Review and Punk Noir as well as in the following anthologies: Masks Still Aren’t Enough (2019), Americans And Others (2019), and A Dark And Stormy Night: Sixteen Halloween Tales (2019).  She is Eliana Vanessa on Facebook at the following link:


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