Katrina Kaye
Despite the change of pressure in my lungs,
I continue to feel you breathing my air.
We are linked.
You spent too many summers clinging to
the folds of bed skirts to believe your
disappearance is more than mere migration.
The best days of winter are spent in
preparation for the return of spring.
We are well practiced at letting each other go.
We have done it so many times.
Katrina Kaye
In search of
my purpose,
I wander the house.
As though spying
on a discarded lover,
I peek the sunset
around the curtains:
the glimpse of
lavender and orange hues
reflect off the bottom
of untouched clouds.
I forget what I am looking for.
Instead of continuing
a search, I sit still and
enjoy a deep breath,
precious and deliberate,
unlike so many
I take for granted.
“A Short Ode to Breath” is previously published in New Croton Review (2025).
Katrina Kaye
left to
the wind
of autumn
her hair
turns
white,
grows long
unruly
pays no
mind to the
twist of
time,
the thorns
threaten
the bells
which no
longer chime
and yet
there is
still so
much music
“Crone” is previously published in Spillwords (2021).
Chasing Rabbits 
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