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Like That – A Poem by Kendall Lynn

I bled on the snow for six blocks until I embraced the unnatural chill at my ungloved tip, followed by a pulse I imagine in moments like this. To think it must be sealing just as quickly as the sound in my mind. It's not, so I... Continue Reading →

Resist to Regret – A Poem by Kendall Lynn

Resist to reclaim- pressure builds, then caves. Soon lungs collect to fill space that was left. Resist to revive any words beyond mine. Soon fingers crack recording all I lack. Resist to believe what you say, for what I see.... Continue Reading →

Better – A Poem by Kendall Lynn

A boil builds beneath his rimless frames. The boy is all that's shared within their home. The car is warm, stilling wicked winter. Perhaps, it fades along the drive away. The boy becomes entranced by gates of snow. Inside a queen... Continue Reading →

Polar Opposites – A Poem by Kendall Lynn

Perhaps, there was some fight up there, or stratospheric spat. But now there's talk of wintry air and all we fear is that. The climate cries keep falling flat while temps and seas still bubble. Though one snow day can't bring us back, it could... Continue Reading →

Special Delivery – A poem by Kendall Lynn

My eyes opening from destined cosmic debris Surface elements scavenged between moon and me What lies next, I will not see

Happy Thoughts

On my face are the wrinkles of happy, I don't let sorrow stick around anymore. Though we learn from the ones we envy, our lines are defined by the ones we adore. I've made peace in the turning of pages.... Continue Reading →

This Colossal Miss.

Slowly, our galaxies were colliding. A meeting astronomically abiding, all while breathless desires heightened. The peppered pass was a savored journey, a star-filled dance elegantly curving. Each winding with care yet left yearning. A connection long lasting deep in the... Continue Reading →

A Cup you can Count on

It's deliberate not to take it black today. I've learned from you to drink it this way, though I didn't want to give that away. So a touch of cream upholds my charade. I let you talk as I love... Continue Reading →

One Drive at a Time

Tensely shivering in my igloo exhaust, I wonder how long this defrosting will take. But then I allow my mind to get lost and my shoulders happily seize the break. I regain time by zipping through yellows, though I don't... Continue Reading →

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