poem

Viral Verse #2

Text by K. Cecchini & Photo by Vice (HBO) Full metal jacket Police tanks pummel dissent War games on Main Street.

Indelible as trauma lodged in the cortex, his memory circles her consciousness, stringing knots of regret, poised to storm the translucent veil of dreams once she rocks herself to sleep; for outside the watchful eyes of life, he is hers. -K. Cecchini First published in the Montclair Times

Fade Past

Not much more than a rag doll she folds east, her molted braids sweep slowly on top of the shoulders of an oversized T. on the steps to the avenue, she leans and tucks in locking onto me…expectantly. I scurry and fade past her thin eyes with my head bowed, to the early morning rush.Continue reading “Fade Past”

The Ride Home

While street lamps leer down, lights and shadows, cascade and mingle, push and linger along the dash, over my lap, atop his grip, and on his face, a tear. By Kimberly Cecchini