by Carmen H Gray

I traveled into the black hole

I was warned I’d be spaghettified

Maybe I have been

My heart was stretched

My thoughts were ripped apart

And all things were upended

They said “you won’t make it back”

Fare thee well

“You will be dead to me” I heard

But death begets a new life

For inside a chrysalis

A being dissolves


Spaghettified, one might say

I don’t think I made it back

To where I was

The world is not as it was before

Within the limitless chaos

There is order in the unexpected

Hope IS the thing with feathers

Like Emily writes













True Grit

“It takes courage to grow up and become who you really are.”-e.e. cummings

True Grit

by Carmen H Gray


Is the wayward


That has tried to settle

Into you

Weighed heavily

On you

That you finally


And surround

With layers

Of your real self


A rare

And precious