Poems from Kelli Christensen
For ages, all of us have had the story wrong.
-Richard Howard
They said she lost her mind years ago when she killed that man...
They looked like winged angels,
The tree branches guarding the
Passerby’s below.
No blue could be seen above, for the sky was a ceiling
Of...
The sky that once held me barred by a
Black nothing
Breaks and is now clear and shining.
A rainbow forms precisely above
My head,...
Children clothed in plaid and stripes
Lean on the porch,
Gloves clenching tightly to the snowy railing and
Waving to cars and trucks...
Leaves shine yellow, orange and red as the
Sun breaks through each branch,
Setting the tree aflame.
Sparks jump and dance from the limbs...