Poems from Jessica Conway
Back, Forth
Creak
Forth, Back
Creak
Thunder pounds down on a bleeding soul
Lightening flashes across the jewel eyes of a
Hummingbird...
Worms under velvet earth squirm
A dog pleads, dragging at the door
Beetles hike up blades of grass
Sunlight slowly streams across the pale...
The Birth
Creativity was born that day
Words erupt onto the paper
In a volcanic spew of notes and rhythms
Fire licks its way up my...
On the waves 1.
Dank..Dark..Moldy..Crampt...
Squeezed together like cigars in a box they lie,
Rocking, and roiling.
Sweat beads and is...
I sit in this pew
Wooden and slick
And I look down at my hands
The pastor is preaching but I don’t hear her
I’m looking at my hands
Lost in...