by Destiny Weiss | Aug 31, 2024 | 2024 August, Poetry
I keep finding myself in situations where I’m telling myself: RUN. But I can’t always figure out how to get on my feet without putting myself in the headlights first. And I know, better than any of my predators, that I need that...
by Destiny Weiss | Aug 31, 2024 | 2024 August, Poetry
Come morning, a blackbird knocks at the window to the right of my alarm clock. The two machines share more than a propensity to track time. They understand needs, including mine. Both sing tunes of pleasing notes. Bonjour. Shalom. Adios. I stir. I turn. I yawn. A red...
by Destiny Weiss | Aug 31, 2024 | 2024 August, Poetry
Dear God I see you in the setting sun and see myself in these blue currents below darkening to purple as the minutes pass and think of my parents— Waikiki Beach, take me home and take everything else, too. Make my mother weep. Leaving the water with scrapes and...
