Blow [Kin Kelli 7] – A Poem by Katy Santiff

Poetry by Katy Santiff The furrowed fields rest in winter reserve.Dozens of nubs reach through the corn-stalk rowslike stubble on our grandfather’s chin, whiletobacco ghosts with nowhere to go(and no one yet ready to let them in)stoop in these old open barns in the snow,tilting and lilting the bone-stilting wind. You won’t be the last … Continue reading Blow [Kin Kelli 7] – A Poem by Katy Santiff