Medicine Child
The warmth of your small body seeps through cracked exterior penetrates deep into this caked clay.
Writer’s Choice
Half Life
My bullet has been eroding into my spinal cord for the last ten years, the sandbar under my feet slipping away..
Dear Barbie Arm on the Corner of Fifth and Market,
This isn’t about you. It isn’t about the Barbie you once belonged to, or the kid that Barbie might still belong to. It isn’t about my own kid’s Barbies…
Agape
Your love wasn’t conditional – It was trapped inside a heart afraid to beat out loud. It was off in the distance.
On My Doorstep
When I unfold the paper there’s what appears to be a bunch of feathers. As I reach for them I discover it’s a bird’s wing.
Firewood
The sand is raked perfectly into lines of dried ravines. Water in the tetsubin, ready for gyokuro.
Post-Mortem
I sigh with the tree. The tears sprout from my eyes, dripping onto the tangled roots beneath.
Kym Nacita Poetry Collection
Lying in bed. I kiss his lips. Trying to taste the ocean I was born into but he is not home. Not even close.
Elevator Pitch
The hypnotic tingling draws her inward. Her mind starts humming a tune she never dreamed of singing.