Emily Shell GamageChoices- The VistaToday, I’m on a different clock. Tide, push me out of a crevice in the rock. I watch the lapping front of time, collecting all the…Jun 28, 20241Jun 28, 20241
Emily Shell GamageTo Szymborska’s “Drinking Wine”I don’t remember the poem, but I remember the tone. an empty wineglass, lifted, and the star at the bottom another miracle of the light.Mar 27, 2021Mar 27, 2021
Emily Shell GamageSpring Wind:There is a layer of Silence in the spring Between bare branches. Birds sing from skeleton trees, Bones, bristling each other In the wind.May 6, 2021May 6, 2021
Emily Shell GamageCricketsThis blanket of insect song Is the only thing keeping me From succumbing to the vacuum Of the brilliant night sky. The chirping orchestra…Aug 17, 2021Aug 17, 2021
Emily Shell GamageLoose RootsPaper cuts still hurt, I think, amazed, that my flesh still parts for small things. As blood flows, sap-sweet from my marred edges.Oct 6, 2021Oct 6, 2021
Emily Shell GamagePebblesForgive me for all I’ve hidden beneath my skin, stretched over bent ribs, bearing weight from hoarded treasures.Jan 12, 2022Jan 12, 2022
