July/August 2020

Never out or the future in Down the bowels of the abyss the heart will be in But the body is out You are always never alone Analise Braddock, 9Katonah, New York

It’s old still and quiet. No heart at all. Just a place. The emptiness makes my heart hollow. I feel it’s been stolen. Hurry there is not much time. Analise Braddock, 9Katonah, New York

The nights are long The days are short A breeze is blown A day is a day. It can’t be relived Make today today Tomorrow is tomorrow The gray is space or a planet. A cold breeze sweeps by It is time to return home. Analise Braddock, 9Katonah, New York