Author: Every Writer

This is about me

silence by Raymond Stiefvater

some-
times

My old ’83 Trans Am lapped up the salted highway,

Twilight’s saffron haze reduced to memory
as light strengthens its spars over the horizon

If I could see through your eyes the city
from the roof of the Cathedral Building,
hear the wind through the nearby arms of a crane

Gizelle behind the counter
Gleaming black as oil, as night

See here, where the floor is worn

that?s where they say she knelt before she died
full of grace, but how could she not be

Your body crushed on the couch
His hands on her waist

Mama by Anderson Dovilas Your son is a liar He says to someone You have the longest Wave in your

Prismatic strands and bright flecks of stardust,
stretch across ebony fields of empty ether.

so pigeons keep coming to this narrow chimney-like space. i hate opening the windows as i am afraid

Tomorrow’s fear is but
yesterday’s panic

early June
early in the marriage
early morning

Eastman by Amanda Iacampo “Boy,” she said, “Pick a Christian name,” I stared blankly back at her, And my

Frequencies compete
Bouncing in and out
Speaking over each other

i would like
you
to see through the mist
on a rainy evening