Author: fpoussin

Katherine Cash

I wonder if Adam felt like this 
When Eve was gone from his sight. 

Like he was unbalanced- 
Like he had lost a limb- 
Like he had lost a rib. 

Your name is engraved 
In my every thought. 
Your face is in  
My most beloved of dreams.  

I wait for you- 
To come back for me. 

And I will wait here,  
Lopsided, 
Until you do. 

Isabel Borgers

One hundred years 
of pedestrians 
has formed a dip 
in the brick walkway 
I imagine all those shoes 
treading that same spot 
day after day 
and remember Hopkin’s line— 
generations 
have trod, have trod, have trod 

Isabel Borgers

What if
instead of grandma’s sweet tea
Summer fireflies
peach preserves
or blackberry jam
mason jars held
memories
each jar filled
with a different moment

to recall them
you just unscrew the lid
scoop out a morsel
and place it on your tongue
the taste taking you back to
years and years and years ago
or maybe just
to last month

some memories taste bitter
like when you fell
off the playground
and cried
some taste sweet
like that time your mom
made your favorite cake
or when all your friends came
over and you laughed so hard
you knew you would never forget

Isabel Borgers

Stopped at the traffic light
I idly observe
people hurrying across
the skyway
from the parking garage
to the hospital
wondering at this solitary glimpse
a fragment of their lives
the time it takes for the light to change

The silver ribs of the suspended
sidewalk hold
clear glass panels together
its carpeted floor
bears the weight of souls—
nurses and other staff leaving
friends or family coming
holding a paper wish
get well soon

The light turns green,
and I inch towards
the car in front of me
taking one last glance
at the skyway,
just in time to see a woman
in heels walking
to the hospital
holding flowers.