Monday, May 1, 2023





Climb a color-board sky, bounce

upon a pillow-cloud trampoline

grab hold of a star's outstretched arms,

laugh and twirl on strand and beam,

soar through darkness into eternity to

wake, earnest heart, in a poet's dream




Our love was spun from shooting stars,

and songs sung driving in your car,

of New Year’s kisses, and marital bliss,

but mostly, dear, remember this

the trust we shared was one of a kind,

for it alone, I’m glad you were mine.

Our love was filled with hope

that made things right,

which is why, on this, your final night,

I know, in time, we'll reunite.


Towards Sunset


I am concave today

sunken in the hollow

Missing hangs empty

in the heart space

Hope’s light could be lifting,

if it weren’t exposing

We were children once

clipped out of ruled paper,

hands gripped tightly,

sisters of a sort

until time, alleged healer,

severed our common

We had laughter in summer,

a wholeness like the sun, it

as a fresh cantaloupe split,

the juicy of the living,

two halves bursting with seeds

We gangly girls dangling

in the Evergreens

Our feet ahead of themselves

running toward sunset,

ever-present in our skin, as yet

unable to imagine the end



KELLE GRACE GADDIS is the author of three books My Myths, published by Yellow Chair Review, When I’m Not Myself published by Cyberwit; and An Uncertain Light, forthcoming from Cyberwit, 2023. Her work has appeared in Interim, Blaze VOX, Rye Whiskey Review, Chicken Soup For The Soul, Dispatches Editions, The Till, DoveTales, Knot Literary Magazine, Vending Machine Presses “Very Fine Writing,” Fiction War Magazine, and elsewhere. Ms. Gaddis is a 4Culture “Poetry on the Buses” contest winner in 2015 and 2018. She won a monetary prize in the National Fiction War Contest of 2018 and has placed in the top ten of the NYC Fiction Contests three times in 2021 and 2022.


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