Hannah

7. and I was Jesus: arms outstretched and strapped down wires whispering from my finger, my chest, my arm, my spine and I was open from the waist down: I ...

6. ducklings and cats in the sun yesterday there were feathers strewn across the path and the pigeons up in the eaves were cooing incessantly so i made up stories ...

5. a story my science books told a story about a planet ringed with rock and ice a disc like a CD spreading wider than anything i could imagine bigger ...

4. My Legacy, Too Everything is easy to forgive and remember when you are hiding behind a small white curtain. Sunlight is hazy; sounds pass through boxes of old photographs ...

3. Bar Juan There is a bar around the corner that holds its own beige-washed square in its palms and stretches out shy tendrils of plastic chairs and plastic tables ...

2. invisible rivers she never asked me did I vomit for three months did I feel excited or scared did I change how I eat did I think of names ...

1. and if I die before I wake With seven minutes left of the day -- seven minutes left of the life allotted to me -- I turn on a ...

2009' ● 2010 ● 2011' ● 2013 ● 2014 ● 2015 ● 2017' ● 2018 ● 2020 incomplete words are still understood by the dark glint in eyes and the ...

I am dandelion fuzz because I am allowed to be and he collects my tears in a small teal bowl. Drops full of cortisol turn into fertilizer and the most ...

17. flicker we almost dare to keep staring across the campfire in the dark but the possibility of entwined eternity burns hotter than coals and lifted ash, and so we ...

16. new topics we could never think of before Husband and wife at night at a table they perused and picked out together on a past hot summer day when ...

Hello, other Hannah! It was really nice to read through your poems. I love your country imagery, and the recurring themes of rain, barefoot, playing with family and friends, and ...

15. short and so so sweet out of ten years, we spent half an hour in a cafe without buying a drink, passing the necessary questions like what is your ...

14. Triceps Her mother will lift her up and weathered skin will slide over well-crafted, well-packed, well-sunned triceps and her fingers will hold her in, but the words will be ...

13. If Someone Wrote a Poem About You and You Did Not Know I. i wish you had not sent me this poem There are many dark corners in my ...