Saturday, 8 December 2018


Red Asphalt

by Betsy Mars


We moved to town
the slow summer
before high school
I saw him
the first day of class,
golden and athletic,
elusive,
a bronzed racehorse
of a man --
with hair like Harpo Marx,
loose curls
forming a halo,
a crown
that didn't save
his skull from caving
when he took
that curve
too fast.


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"Red Asphalt" was selected for Spectrum 14, an anthology about what it's like to be a teen put together by Don Kingfisher Campbell. 

Betsy Mars is a southern California poet who is in a perpetual battle with change – finally coming to some kind of a truce, and at times even love and acceptance. She is an educator, mother, animal lover, and over-excited traveler. Her poetry has been published in a number of places, both online and in print, most recently in Sheila-Na-Gig, The Ekphrastic Review, and Red Wolf Journal. Writing has given her a means to explore her preoccupation with mortality and her evolving sense of self.

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