Raw

by Monica Kagan I long for magic in my life…Does that sound silly? I long for wings and wandsInstead of claws and sores. Flesh strips, flayedVultures lay bareA raw heart– Rended Shrapnel shreds sisters, mother, fatherA familial holocaustA bone tableau Sylvia, Ingrid and VirginiaWeave their wounds into wordsSpiraling down a well I long for wings and wandsInstead of claws and Read More

Searching for Virginia

by Monica Kagan Slipping between the stones,I search for words clamped to rocks like leeches.One by one they fall and float away. Sagging into the water – she calls.Her voice penetrates my skin.Her tongue coils around my lungs. In the depths of my consciousness,thoughts splinter like a shattered vase.I lurch forward. Limbs numb,seaweed shrouds my body.Her echoes surround me. Searching Read More