Kelsey Johnson Poems


The cup of freshly poured tea slides across the table
Towards the three or four of us, and kindly, I ask
If it is mine, not knowing that I would, with such a simple phrase,
Unleash the fury of the hen upon the duckling. “Family, ”... more »


Pitter-pat, the rain falls against the wood
And each dropp once more begins to erase
What once was on the old carriage,
Left forgotten in the wet grass.... more »

The White Horse

The white horse
who always wanted to be brown
stares off, unblinking,
into the lush green pastures,... more »

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