Creek Bed
Eve Castle There’s a creek bed snaking along our backyard dried up and forgotten. In a deluge Columbine, 911, Iraq in the senseless taking of Amish daughters it flows red soaking the ground at our feet we sink into the muck stare for the briefest of moments then we blink, it ebbs mocking how quickly we forget even as we lie in it stretched out among the bones stones for pillows. |
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About the Author: Eve Castle writes short stories and poetry and has been published in
Illya’s Honey, Barbaric Yawp, and in Bright Stars, An Organic Tanka Anthology. She is a member of Gabe’s Poets, a Dallas-based poets group. Find her on Twitter, here.
Illya’s Honey, Barbaric Yawp, and in Bright Stars, An Organic Tanka Anthology. She is a member of Gabe’s Poets, a Dallas-based poets group. Find her on Twitter, here.
