why the sky is blue

Happy National Poetry Month, we have finally reach my last poem for the month!  This is an odd little poem I wrote around ten years ago and re-wrote several years later. I definitely did not save the best for last. I have never considered myself to be much of a poet, but it is an…

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.…

Sound of a Sigh

The summer my Grandpa Wally fell, the hospital conditionally released him to a nursing home for a week of physical therapy. I remember the look on his face when they put him in his temporary new room and the words out of his mouth, "Get me the hell out of here." There was nothing I…