—Poetry by Kelly Moyer, North Carolina
—Visuals Courtesy of Kelly Moyer
mama never taught me
chevron stitch
* * *
human fallibility a slow trickle into the saucer
* * *
tchotchkes
too many hearts
gathering dust
sunset tuning the beauty shop violins
* * *
abandonment issues
opting
for the stronger verb
* * *
cradlesong not a bird on the bough
late-life romance
pressing
autumn wildflowers
* * *
wheelbarrows
all i take
to the grave
* * *
the love forbidden
its passing
a fossilized rose
daybreak shaping posterity's footprint
* * *
growing pains
the cicada's
half-empty shell
playground matrimony before the china broke
* * *
pigeon-colored
the bloom
of a question mark
* * *
mama's handiwork
a zipper
in the selkie skin
warp threads as if love were a weakness
* * *
ripe banana
the fruit flies were but one
of our illusions
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journey cakes
the unmarked road
toward home
—Kelly Moyer
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