when the river shakes
knowns become unknowns
and your breath breaks
hold tight to the center
hold tight to the floor
blades spine your neck
lava bursts from your pores
milktoast mornings
charred ash fights
black and white birds circle
deleting day and night
weaving circles
of holy dread
she mends her wings
with broken breaths
Kasey, these are terrific poems. I'm thinking of putting "Broken Breaths" to music. Would you be alright with that? :)
ReplyDeleteDang! You are an English teacher at Little Miami? I work with future teachers at Miami University (I'm a professor there). I read about the journal you've put together for your students on your LinkedIn page. That's so cool! I teach a course called "Writing for Educators" this Fall and am wondering if we might collaborate somehow.
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