Skin is, My

by Tamarah Rockwood

Skin is, my
fleshtone, my
fresh grown, shy
wind song.

My skin, is
worn under, iris
of my beauty, Adonis
in my tone, Atlantis
of my image.

Is my skin
Egyptian paper thin,
wrinkled in my sin,
pickled light within:
It is: My skin.

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Tamarah Rockwood is a stay-at-home, homeschooling mother of five and has been married for the past 15 years. She received her BA in Literature from CSUH. Rockwood won first place in poetry from the CSUH annual journal. She has had her artwork featured in the Louie-Meager art gallery in Fremont, CA, and working as the assistant curator afterward. She had won an artistic submission of 6 statues to an OpenSolaris contest, which was featured through Sun Microsystems in 2008. Rockwood was a substitute teacher for public and private schools, as well as becoming the editor of an in-house publication of a poetry journal, *Illume.* Her poetry book came out in 2006, “Petals of Magnolia,” and is currently hosting an explorative blog, PlatypusDirective.blogspot.com, which also features her Celiac blog as well as her homeschooling blog.

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