Tagged: poetry

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....

Emmanuel in Loss

By Katelyn Durst   This year began with tears dark nights where there was no teapot whistling on the stove to keep us warm.   Many of us had hopes and dreams but they...