Poetry – Page 2 – Christy Leos

Sigil

we throw the basketball back and forth rubber skin poised at our fingertips practice practice practice she shoots I shoot she taunts me I see red on her chest bright and thick hands clutching her shirt like in the movies I hate her I hate her then I’m sorry she stays mad for a weekContinue reading “Sigil”

Moxie

The child tenaciously takes his first steps on wobbly limbs. He then begins to reach out beyond his wooden pen, and attempts to explore the unknown. His mother blocks off parts of the house, to no avail, because he is determined. The colossal gate to the cold, white ice lands he opens boldly with hisContinue reading “Moxie”