SUPERSTITION


It was an obsession, his weekly rants about fire and brimstone, flames sizzling sinful flesh— this preacher engraving hell into our minds each Sunday.


Just thirteen, I trembled over his going-to-hell list; it would've stretched to the town limits.


I never did go down on any of his 'come and be saved' calls, despite knocking knees and fear of flames rising high to my elbows.


He frightened me more than those flames.


Older now, I shun churches and men dressed in black, leashed by white collars.


I think I've escaped the brainwash, but those old words still haunt whenever I play rock and rock or spread my legs for a new lover.


CAMPBELL PRIS


Pris Campbell's poetry has appeared in numerous journals and anthologies including Chiron Review, The Dead Mule, Outlaw Poetry, The Nervous Breakdown, Boxcar Poetry Review and PoetsArtists. She was the featured poet in In The Fray, Empowerment4Women and From East to West. Her nominations include three times for the Pushcart Prize. She has six collections of poetry, the most recent being Paul Newman Blues, a mini-chap by Full Of Crow Press, Sea Trails from Lummox Press and The Nature of Attraction, with Scott Owens, from Main Street Rag Press. Formerly a Clinical Psychologist, she has been sidelined by ME/CFS since 1990. She lives in the Greater West Palm Beach, Florida.


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