Roots (By Cat Matchuk)

In the middle of a headache
I imagine my nerves are the roots of a tree. Continue reading “Roots”
Words bring forward stars to forge a world from the ink, breathe, your heart will write.
In the middle of a headache
I imagine my nerves are the roots of a tree. Continue reading “Roots”
I couldn’t fly, I crashed into you.
Arms outstretched, feathers where there were none,
close your eyes tight enough and you can feel their gentle touch,
the kiss of air. Continue reading “Kiss of Air”
She wore a large black, straw hat with a red ribbon, that’s what he first saw and what he first remembered. It was freakishly large, he thought, and perhaps in another life it wasn’t meant to be a hat. It was meant to be a roof. A tent. Shelter for the broken hearted, anything but a hat. In this life it framed her face perfectly and outlined her delicate cheeks and jawline. In this life, it was meant to bring out beauty. Continue reading “The Bench”