Poetry by Katy Santiff
On the day you died, I prayed before round
and when the log-like mallet struck its home,
I felt the way old metals sing–that tone
reached through my flesh and wrapped around my bones.
That sound’s a phantom press when I’m alone.
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 mouthful when read aloud. A lifelong Marylander, she loves waterside living. She currently resides in Edgewater, Maryland. Her works have been published in Vita Brevis, Spillwords Press, and (now) Uppagus Magazine.