Poem – Jessica Holzhausen – Writing, Art & History

Lungs

Lungs Sand, paper and dust, raging fires beneath the surface a giant’s footstep on the back black ink dripping down the throat tears (un-)spilled and blood longing for air. Sand, paper and dust, shredded and broken a prizefighter’s punch in the chest lifeless wings unfolding in a storm shattered lungs and a breath neverContinue reading “Lungs”

Poem: No Title

I can still feel your touch on my skin. Sometimes it is like a feather, so soft it barely makes an impact. Other days I can feel the muscles of your palm, as you hold on to my shoulder. Your lips, I do no longer remember what they taste like. I imagine strawberries and theContinue reading “Poem: No Title”

Lone Survivor

He wished he could call himself strong, strong and steadfast as his sisters and brothers had been before him, a steady beacon in the fading days of joy. But as the wind battered his leaves, his soul shook and his branches withered in the wind he felt his brightness was nothing but a façade toContinue reading “Lone Survivor”