Two Poems by Chris Warner
Morning Snow I’d been looking for it all week— at dawn, not sleeping at midnight— and when I woke this morning, my imaginings were true: the moon had finally fallen, [...]
Morning Snow I’d been looking for it all week— at dawn, not sleeping at midnight— and when I woke this morning, my imaginings were true: the moon had finally fallen, [...]
I’m not supposed to be here. I should have been killed by the damned rapist or passed away of childhood illness in hospital or brain dead in coma from the fall [...]
When It Snows Women Hold Quieter Times in Their Hands Ice gardenias swirl from sky dark as Lady Day’s hair, no sound. Snow petals touch to earth, touch after touch, [...]