MY SISTER’S YAHRZEIT

Poetry

Feb 5

Written By Gunilla Kester

Now I find myself
between a memorial light
and a midnight, draught
between two months.

Mosquitoes sing
their bloody memoirs
among languages read
left to right or vice versa

upside down or outside in
between a pool
and a stream tilting
east to west for no reason.

PUBLISHED IN TWELVE MILE REVIEW, VOL. 4, NO. 1, 2024.

Gunilla Kester

MY MOTHER MUST SELL HER HOUSE

NIGHTFALL