Poems from LoganKro
Dear Father,
Where has she gone?
When I came out to
her,
she wore a black-lace veil
and mourned the death of
her grandchildren
Little...
To the person I once was,
As our eagle first dipped its wings, I expected the still water to break into a tumultuous underbelly of rugged...
Dear Morning Air,
Do you remember that morning?
It wasn’t a sad kind of grey, as I walked out of the cabin. It felt like the world had...
Dear God,
When Eve was cast out of Eden and no one was there to hear her, did she make a sound? Did she whimper or well up and pop? Or did...