A Hollow Sky
Poetry by K. Spicka
Poem About The Sound Coneflowers Make Against A Stone Bench As I Lay Watching Our Swan, We Had Named Him Leander, Decided He Was King Of The River, His Crown Only Visible By Moonlight
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Poem About Chickadees Trapped In A Mall Foodcourt, Chirping Merrily From Plastic Trees, Sunning Themselves In Warm Blue Of A Hollow Sky
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Poem About Orioles Welcoming Dusk, Heavy And Purple On The Threshold Of Night Warm With The Smell Of Grass And Wild Lilacs
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K Spicka is a recovering English major living and writing in Omaha, NE. They have one published poetry collection, blue hydrangea morning and have been featured in The Fourth River Journal and Thimble Literary Magazine. Their unpublished work can be found on sticky notes, in half-full notebooks, and in the notes app of their cell phone.
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