Kathryn D'Agostino

Author: Kathryn D’Agostino

  • Waterfall

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    They seemed overwhelmed trying to catch it all with nothing but their open hands. The power of the water was too much for them and they were left with less than what they came with. Trying too hard to make sense of it all. So close to believing. As the blood that runs through them…

  • Without Us

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    Somehow The sun keeps shining The tides go in and outAnd I wonder if theres a point at which these stains of darkness will blot out the sunIm terrified that apathy is seeping into the ground water and poisoning us That the world is bleeding goodnessHope and joy are rushing rivers being evaporated into the…

  • Crying silently

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    Try your best they sayJust keep going But what if my best really isn’t that goodAnd what if I just want to sit and rest Are the adults in the room trying their best?Why do white men with titles get to do their worst?Why am I expected to do more and be better when there…

  • Must Write

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    I need to do it and I canI have to write it all down Right?Until there is nothing left to spill outFall haphazardly onto the floorMy secrets scurry away and hide in the rafters amongst the rats My hopes and dreams drift away with the breezes I need to write moreMore words, more ideas, more…

  • Naked

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    Cool and damp earth presses against my skin, moisture seeps through my cotton shirt, an ant is crawling across my bare shin. I can hear the rain dropping rhythmically on the tin roof and sliding down the wall of glass. I can’t see the outside world and no one can see me here on this…

  • Octopus Advice

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    I’ve meditated every morning for the past 209 days. By the time you’re reading this, it’ll be longer than that. I can genuinely say it has helped. But I still cry in the car and escape to the bathroom when I feel the first chest crushing blows of a panic attack. I don’t have the…

  • Another Friday

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    My brain is meltingIt’s everywhere and nowhere.It doesn’t belong.Where is it? And it can’t be where it belongs.I don’t want to understand why someone would taste cold hard metal.I don’t want to feel a kinship for walking away.But I do.I feel it all. The hope and despair.Wanting to know, wanting to forget It’s everywhere and…

  • Grasping

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    My hands are covered in dirtI’ve been grasping Pebbles are embedded in my palms Flowers bloom from my fingertips I keep tryingSinking my hands into the moist warm earth I’m searching For deep roots or a boulderI want to hold onI need something to hold onto I’m watching my own frantic effort to remain clinging…

  • An Actual Poem

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    Your presence ignited a wildfire. And for that, there are fines owed. In lieu of US currency, I’ll accept the feeling of freedom that only comes with road trips,  and the calm joy of waking up to the clanging of pots and pans on a holiday morning. I don’t blame you for the words flowing…

  • Anywhere

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    I’m not sure how to tell my story, I don’t know where to begin. And I sure, as hell don’t know where this ends. It’s just festering inside of me. It’s been festering inside of me like a disgusting abscess that someone mistakes for a pregnancy. I don’t know how else to put it. It’s…