Keep me up at night
I filter you through glass now
Missing the sky hues
How does it work?
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.
More stories from Hailey Marchand-Nazzaro and writers in Poets and other communities.
Crumble, chunk or slice? Do I like you?: I don't know. Is that salt I taste?
By Hailey Marchand-Nazzaro3 years ago in Poets
I can’t remember the last time I truly said goodbye. Or if I ever did— when would have been the moment? Was it when I was sixteen,
By Natasha Collazo5 days ago in Poets
Verse 1 I’ve been learning how to listen To the spaces in between, Where the world grows soft and holy And the heart becomes serene.
By Julie O'Hara - Author, Poet and Spiritual Warrior6 days ago in Poets
Dear Wife— At first, I hesitated to go forward with this resolution. But after your recent late-night binges scarfing down bags of chicharrónes—those pork rinds you dip in butter and the god-awful crunch they make, I knew I could no longer reach you.
By Lamar Wiggins5 days ago in Fiction
Comments
There are no comments for this story
Be the first to respond and start the conversation.