Month: April 2018 (Page 2 of 3)

I.

sunbeams criss cross overhead,
above the reach of my live-in pallor.
I am painted
in varying shades
of concrete and shadow.

I cannot stand up
straight enough to feel their light.

My foot has gotten caught
in the legs of this chair.
My arm is stuck between the bed and the wall.… Read more ““a couple of thoughts to help you understand depression” by Kristin A Trumble”

Insomnia at the Beach

The moon reflects the sun white
but the rocks reflect the moon black.

They are missing the point
or else are they being themselves?

This is why I am here, lowered carefully
by muscle memory

to slick stones’ peaks barely
above a seething sea.

I love the froth, the product
of innocent rage, that gathers at the edges

of the stones like a conflicted team.… Read more “Poetry by Megan Wildhood”

The Cruelty of Winter Has Only Just Begun

The little bird came out
in darkness:
t’was my heart and
so disoriented;
and the seed was
not the right
seed, but instead of
dying off
from the frigid cold –

it turned back,
familiar valve found,
hence – alit:
three-toed and tucked,
a hinged
and hungered beak under
hollow-boned
shoulder blade – black and white speckled
wing feathers;
her sanguine queen
comforters:
necessary warmth
to go it once more
in the deepness:
it was in my head
and it was dying
in the end – but not
from the frigid cold.… Read more “Poetry by Elisabeth Horan”