Poetry

Family Friday: Have Garden–Will Grow

Have Garden — Will Grow Kylie Louise McCormick I. I dug my heel into the poppies, mistaking them for thistles. The year after that, they couldn’t stop  GROWING. I grew a thumb as green as my heel, following my mother’s instruction. Strawberries to shade the roots of  flowering vines. She taught me to turn out …

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The Crickets

This is a poem I wrote late one night, during late winter while homesick in Lincoln. My studio apartment featured a loud refrigerator, which reminded me of crickets and the sounds of home.     The Crickets Kylie Louise McCormick   The mechanical buzzing, humming, sprigging in my refrigerator fills my chilled apartment at night. …

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