by Cassie Crews | Jul 12, 2021
Lightly touching fever’s browWith a soothing mother’s touchA solemn whispered prayer she givesAs to his little hand she’ll clutchHer heart is full of worry and painAs helplessness floods her soulWondering why it happened to himShe prays to make him...
by Cassie Crews | Jul 8, 2021
Pillow graspedin tight little fistsaround her headscraped knucklesreminders ofyesterday’sfloor scrubbingabandonmenther own fault-orso she was toldgritting her teethshe huddles againstbunk’s iron headboardthe bell againnot rememberingwhen it last rang for...
by Cassie Crews | Jun 26, 2021
she writhespowerlessas giant phallusesforce the last remnantsof lubricant from her guts- dry plates screech togetherlike chalkboard fingernailsas brittle coastlinescrack and shift cavernous ruts deepenlike the furrowed brows ofenvironmental watchdogswitnessing the...
by Cassie Crews | Jun 25, 2021
A rat! There’s a rat!She could always count on him to come running.One squeal andthe rat saviourmiraculouslyappeared with his net. A hero in husband clothes. He knew that curve on College Streetwas dangerous when it rained.Suddenly annoyed at his...
by Cassie Crews | Jun 25, 2021
Much of my poetry was written in workshops or as an assignment of a certain style. I studied online under a tutor for several years. She schooled me in rhyme, rhythm, and different styles. I joined contests to create something for pictures. This style, called...