Poetry by Katy Santiff
We went and walked around the Red Rock desert
between our evenings boxing up her things.
Her places small, her blood-pocked sink, her rings.
Her curtains were drawn tightly, blinds between
shuttered the city’s cathedrals away
where tourists, addicts, neon-angels play,
where we’d invert the difference, night and day.
We’d say that comfort keeps us up for
We burned our heels as we walked through the sand.
Howling like some lost and lonesome vector,
the wind was stark and scentless, like the land.
The rocks were singed and mottled, and the
About the Poet
Katy Santiff has written poetry in various forms all her life. A fan of meter and rhyme, she loves lines that hypnotize the reader with their sound. She believes in densely-packed poems, preferring them to be mouthfuls when read aloud. A lifelong Marylander, she loves water-side living. She currently lives in Edgewater, Maryland with her wife. Her Works have been published by Vita Brevis and