Poems from Alexa Cogan
Aching aged acre
and acorns Aiming amiably as an
asymmetrical aviation
And atheist alien...
When I was a child I wanted to fly
I would squeeze my eyes closed and try:
it always went awry.
I imagined I could soar through clouds...
My hands are clutching my hair
I’m trying not to swear
Nothing is working out
I’m going to shout
Everything’s going wrong
I just wanted to...
Everything beautiful is either immensely frail or immensely strong.
Memories, frozen in time, lasting one second. Lasting a thousand...
Sunny day
With a light rain
Calm, peaceful, beautiful
Suddenly, a strong wind rises
It gets stormy; wild
Violent weather, and the rain...