Tagged: poetry

Self Portrait as Exile

By Katelyn Durst This time my body will be the map. Each limb burning with the cities that left me breathless and   took the lights in my eyes and made them exit signs from or...

Belief

By Katelyn Durst   The many tunnels honeycomb me in one by one,   I become frozen in deep blue. I become noisy as a bee cloud. I become holy like a rooted tree....