A creative fervor is upon me. I feel it in everything I do, need it with an intensity, a voraciousness. Without it, nothing feels quite right.
City of the Fallen Angels
A poem by Gillian Kessler.
Shards of Glass So Green and Shiny In the Sunlight
A poem by Gillian Kessler.
Like Shells Washed Up On Some Distant Shore
A poem by Gillian Kessler.
Symptoms
A poem by Gillian Kessler.
A Son
A poem about the animal quialities in our children.
Natural Light
Dealing with mental illness takes an awful lot of strength. This poem is about when the strongest thing is to let go.
Speculations In The Tetons
A poem by Gillian Kessler.
Solomon at Four
A poem by Gillian Kessler.
The Cord
A poem from Gillian Kessler.