Kimberly Foulger Poetry Collection
I watch the door, I watch the window. And flinch at every noise. Dream every nightmare.
I watch the door, I watch the window. And flinch at every noise. Dream every nightmare.
Pandemic poverty more floods and fires and here and there a Machiavelli who can smile and smile and be a villain.
A haiku is a very brief Japanese poem of 17 total syllables in three lines. Line one is 5 syllables, line two is 7 syllables, and line three is 5 syllables.
She gave her life to art while her lover was tortured in the wing. My father would stare at the long avenues ahead.
where the humanity around me dissolves into bodies and the humanity within me dissolves into mind.
Will my life be analyzed through a feminist lens? It sure as hell would be boring if you approached it biographically.
The basement flooded and I watched the water fill the house to the rim. My books were ruined and I began to write my own.
My first time alone on New Year’s Eve, future uncertain, past unresolved. The desire for time travel escapes me.
We heal and grow big hearts from the shatters of explosive heartaches.