The Rowhouse
twenty years under one rock.
the moss of home
collected around our treasures
and cabinets too full to hold our medical histories
i was searching
for my ticket across the sea
just patiently checking the mail each day for an o-kay
when suddenly
my life stood still
like the feeling of
looking up at
our tree outside
only just
realizing
it was forest tall
– Jessica Redmiles, 2nd Place in Poetry