Archive for August 31st, 2018

Friday, 31 August 2018

Adolescence by Courtney Queeney

There was a ravine with a rain-choked creek,
water barreling down its cork-screwed spine.
When I paused on the bridge

to regard a twisted, rusted car hulk below,
the water muttered, I too am a way to escape.
The wreck pled, Dream me.


Date: 2013

By: Courtney Queeney (1978- )