“Good Girls, Good Mothers” and “Talking to Animals"

...We lived
so easily then but no one

knew it, the 1970s full
of fear as any decade...

Two poems

I have always loved the wind:
chimes gabbling as fast as they can

like a toddler just back from the park,
the creaking of trees who know

they must let themselves bend again,
again, the new sounds the house learns

to show how alive it is..

Wind Pulls at the Gravity-Bound

...When I put down

the goodness in myself and can’t find it again,
I travel back through time
searching for the source of evil. What does it feel like

to know you deserve to be alive?...

katieriegel

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