Grief – Aly Writes

And Still the Planet Burns

We must evacuate alike; we all will suffer loss, equal now if only in our devastation. Our memories go up in smoke as we flee. What are we running to? There is no future.

Candy Floss Concerns

We make political statements with cupcakes
While half the world burns
They can’t rebuild their broken lives
With our candy floss concerns

There’s a Fist-Sized Hole in the Kitchen Window

It’s that kind of day where you pray for a whisper of a breeze to kiss the beads of sweat that sting your eyes. You don’t move a muscle, lying on the dock, fingers trailing in tepid water. The lump of a secret too huge to swallow grows in your throat until you think you’llContinue reading “There’s a Fist-Sized Hole in the Kitchen Window”

Quietly Important

She’s quietly important, but
She’s on the brink
I can feel her slipping away