Poetry Ruby Nathan Kelly | February 12, 2019 Two years have gotten old, fallen sick, and died in the cooler dirt under my porch. And more than seven hundred days have blown away like weak flowers cut by uneven wind. But still, with a touch of fever, I …
Poetry Haunted Nathan Kelly | October 26, 2018 The old house in the long field is haunted, everyone says so. The status of the haunting is confirmed through a collective silence; It’s made true in the quiet way everyone speaks around it, saying nothing. Our children do not …