Poems from kara.cashwell

His hair was a sparrow’s feather and his eyes were blue lagoons blocked by layered glass and his skin was stretchy birch with many...
I am a high-class Charlestonian. Reside in a mansion right down the street, you know the name, Trad House. Famous in all its history, my...
I have devoured the strawberry ice cream that was in the freezer and that you were saving for a steaming summer afternoon It looked so...
Pink is for embarrassment, the insides, cold palms A rat’s tail, a pig’s nose and toenails. A mix of hearts and white out Sunsets, the...
I am small and handy I attempt to assist when things get tough I am not a healer, only a tiny escape A little medic, round and pressured....