Poems from kara.cashwell
His hair was a sparrow’s feather
and his eyes were blue lagoons blocked by layered glass
and his skin was stretchy birch with many...
I am a high-class Charlestonian.
Reside in a mansion right down the street,
you know the name, Trad House.
Famous in all its history, my...
I have devoured the strawberry ice cream
that was in the freezer
and that
you were saving
for a steaming summer afternoon
It looked so...
Pink is for embarrassment, the insides, cold palms
A rat’s tail, a pig’s nose and toenails.
A mix of hearts and white out
Sunsets, the...
I am small and handy
I attempt to assist when things get tough
I am not a healer, only a tiny escape
A little medic, round and pressured....