By Gillian Kessler. You were gone at dawn, gone to save lives, run the show.
Degeneration
By Gillian Kessler. A poem about sons and fathers.
In Anticipation of Leaving My Children
By Gillian Kessler. Anxiety sneaks in on little rat wings, as I prepare to leave my children for a significant amount of time.
For Mom at 79
A poem from a daughter to her mother.
In the Garden
Poem: mom and daughter work and grow together in the garden.
Open
“The day is a woman who loves you.”
-Richard Hugo
This Boy
Real is that this story starts and ends with a boy.
Real is still about love and the idea of being in love.
Real is this love, this life, this boy. Forever.
Two Children on a Sunday
By Gillian Kessler. He is all elemental, stick and strength, born of my strong body, his muscles rest in mine.
Tiny Feet
you are tiptoeing
across the threshold of babyhood
your tiny feet
make noises
like a creaky staircase
that lives in my heart
I am the old lady at the top
peering down
and I sing Tom Petty to you