Poems from Erin Casey
She told me with a red face.
Our silent rage crackled around us like lightning in the rumble before the rain.
I heard her whisper- through...
I lived three years on a dusty trundle bed,
In a small room.
A lock on the window.
I would cry myself into dreams shroud in dust.
Dust as...
Waves
Mama,
I’m sorry.
I could say those words so many times
But I know that they will just echo in this cavern within me.
I feel as if I...