Cetacean is a word I carry with me into the forest. Also dophinoid. My ears are a spectrum. I watch the pine cones for their songs. Come with me, let's bury this old world in its proper sand castle. We can travel in cars, it's okay. I'd swim there when the water is rough, singing all the way. Something frozen, something boiling. Give me a place to walk and I will. Give me back a few words that tell the truth, if there is any. I'll store them in white socks in the attic of rain. Thunder for a lullabye. Endings, endings, never happy or sad. Like time, weather never tells its secrets.
Kyla Houbolt (she, her) occupies Catawba territory in Gastonia, NC. Her first two chapbooks, Dawn's Fool and Tuned were published in 2020. More about them on her website, https://www.kylahoubolt.com/ Her individually published pieces online can be found on her Linktree. She is on Twitter @luaz_poet.
- Flash Flood
- I Saved This Postcard to Send to My Grandma
Hattie Jean Hayes
- A Happy Ending
- Imagining My Father If, Instead of My Grandfather, He Had Been His Own Father
- What to Call Your Dead Parent So People with Living Parents Don’t Get Uncomfortable
- A Re-Telling of Cloverfield from Thirteen-Year-Old Me