Tag: poem

• April 17, 2014

  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. […]
• February 27, 2014

  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