Golden Hands, poetry by Carrie Magness Radna at Spillwords.com
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Golden Hands

Golden Hands

written by: Carrie Magness Radna

@cmrboxwoodstar1

 

Surprisingly,
snowflakes become droplets of rain

when my mind recognizes
the rainforest of a country
I’ve never been to;

tall, overgrown trees,
bird noises, & curious plants
that look like golden hands,
opening up from a distant prayer—

but I am now
standing in Central Park,
oceans away from this queer daydream,

the snow still fresh
upon my boots. I must
walk quicker,

or I will be frozen here,
missing the new jungle completely.

Carrie Magness Radna

Carrie Magness Radna

Born in Norman, Oklahoma, Carrie Magness Radna is an archival audiovisual cataloger at the New York Public Library, a singer, a lyricist-songwriter and a poet who loves to travel. Her first chapbook, Conversations with dead composers at Carnegie Hall (Flutter Press: 1st edition; now out-of-print) was published in January 2019, and her second chapbook, Remembering you as I go walking (Boxwood Star Press: self-published) was published in August 2019. Her first poetry collection, Hurricanes never apologize (Luchador Press) was published in December 2019, now available for purchase online (Amazon, Barnes & Noble, IndieBooks, etc.). She won third prize for “The tunnel” (category: Words on the Wall: All-Genre Prompt) at the 69th annual Philadelphia Writers’ Conference (2017). She also won 12th place for “Lily (no. 48 of Women’s names sensual series)” by the 2018 Writer’s Digest Poetry Awards. When she’s not performing classical choral works with Riverside Choral Society, she lives with her husband Rudolf in Manhattan.
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