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- Poetry > All PoetryBy Kayte K., Homer, AKShe told you you could be Barbie and every little girl wants that. You realize now, you can’t step outside this charcoal fog. You don’t care. You find it nice. You decide your coffin should be balsa & tar but who cares; it’s not like we die, anyways....
- Poetry > Free VerseBy Kayte K., Homer, AKTuesday is my mother's Monday, and working nights, she'll take me out for coffee and a drive. We wrap around the spruce trees in our blue-silver Honda and know all the baristas by name. My mother confesses to them her many concerns. She is my most pressing concern. When we are driv...
- Poetry > All PoetryBy Kayte K., Homer, AKEvery whisper turns to us, every wondering eye and stillborn smile. I am a celebrity, you my escort, my case (and cause) of d'j' vu. Everything is tiny, except you, and your too-big feet, swimming, in steel-toed boots. I am small at your side, a young girl, feet pretty and pink lik...
- Poetry > All PoetryBy Kayte K., Homer, AKShh now, let's pretend we're movie stars stand in-between the raindrops, arms spread we should be black-and-white perfection glorious ' in all your awkward adolescence shh now, pretty girl all whispers and sadness, isn't that better? Shh now, hold my hand, -hold still, that's g...
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