Nothing Between Us by Catherine Zickgraf | poetry | #thesideshow

Sunshine

Soon there will be no need for
Umbrellas, no doom in the air.
Night has its beauty, it weaves
Silver like lace in the branches.
Hope yet lies in the moon face.
Its steady gaze embraces every
Nation until morning as a glow
Explodes into glorious Heaven.

This Is the Path that Leads to Hell

Tomb

Our limbs wove together—threads on a loom.
Yet our fingers carry a dead womb,
an empty room, we hold nothing between us.
Yes, we were briefly three, but never
meant to be a family.

Imperfect Trisyllables for John

Explain

Even if I
Xeroxed my regret,
Prayed a thousand
Lullabies for
All the ways
I let you down,
Never could I. . .

Catherine Zickgraf is grateful she had the opportunity to perform her poetry in Madrid, San Juan, and three dozen other cities. She’s stuck in bed now from a severe pain condition, but it’s ok. Her main jobs are to hang out with her family and write poetry, some of which has appeared in the Journal of the American Medical Association, Pank, Victorian Violet Press, and The Grief Diaries. Her new chapbook, Soul Full of Eye, is published through Aldrich Press and is available on Amazon.com. May you—yes, you—experience everything you can while you can.