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Long Halls
Catherine
a poem of memories and a building the long halls only echoed after midnight when enough silence had pressed in from the dense night air and each footfall preceded and receded me mocked my courage... More »
Feels Full and Free
Catherine
when the August air stays liquid cool in the morning and the blue of the sky peeks down fills all my cups with its vibrant hue I will bring my shakiness held-breath burdens carve myself... More »
On a Joyless Day
Catherine
a song and a flavor I felt it where the cool sands shift a blue terry towel as big as my bed inviting me to lay down gently within tranquil turquoise ease settle in, settle... More »
Ever At Bay
Catherine
speak (tell me) what is shelter? do you need it? that wind (hear it) my cage is rattling weather’s fists throwing punches air coursing, wailing, whirling fatigue has left me motionless except for eyes, moist,... More »
poem
August 2008 