Virtual Heaven

[LEAH FAIRCHILD’S COMPUTER>>PROGRAM PC0.0][DATE>>12/21/2023][TIME>>02:37, PST] >>LEAH     Persistent vegetative state.     The doctors said that I had no awareness. They said I couldn’t recognize even my own husband.      They said it was a mercy to let me die.     Before administering the drugs that would kill me, Arien hovered at the edge of my bed. His white coat…

Gunshot

sunlight falls away untilall we see noware duvets of fogand rainand grey skiessummer dies —you can see it leaves fallthe sky turns in earlyflushing with rashesof scarlet and goldamidst the leavesmy blood poolsdripping darkover molding leaves and pine conesthe echo of a gunshotlingers in the airi'll survive, the physician tells meit's a matter of choicethe…

Snapshots, 090619

In the seat in front of me, a girl's voice teases upward into a laugh. Between the window and the seat, her face is framed by light and a smartphone pressed to her ear; she's talking to someone she loves. The sun is hard in its heat and soft in its rays, and swaddles me…

her song

Hey girl, I know the idea of being alone freaks you out. This is a poem for you.

Lion

prowling the plainssharpening your clawson the bones of your preyroaring just to hear yourselfslashing the air into ribbonsthat haunt the fields from border to borderbecause this is your territorygritty, fine, messythis dirt between clawsis homefinds its way into your coat of ironpart of you, as muchas your killer call:to hunt the inferiorexalt your alpha namesatiate…

how to say: I Love You

to everyone I ever loved, am loving, will love you know how it iswhen your heart is full to burstingstretched, waitingfor a time to pour out everything inside ityou know how it iswhen words bubble up into your throatticklish, expectantfor a time to float out awayinto the worldthat's how i feel when i want to…

Home – Poem Anthology

Another thing I did for English class---a poem project. My choice was to write five poems, each using the five senses, inspired by the house I am about to move out of. I decided to create a Google Sites for it, so the anthology has its own little home. I've lived in this house for…

Dream Big

Another poem I wrote for English class --- slightly about the pains of growing up.

Free

I wrote this for English class, emulating the style of Linda Hogan's "Innocence". There is nothing more free...

The Cave

Darkness claimed me once, but God broke the chains. "She is mine," my God says. He sent his Son to bear my shame, my guilt, my brokenness, and he has set me free. I am free.