Two Poems by Keleigh Ferguson

When Wyatt Left

Wyatt returned home alone. He had been spotted the night before, pressed against the neighbor’s window, and then unexpectedly inside. When starfish separate from the sea they die. When Wyatt left I submerged myself in nighttime trees, practiced parakeet, and learned to sway.

Stone Flesh

I woke on a bed of nails again

Shuffling years

Through spider walks and stoic canals

Broken down docks and barnacles

Thunderstorms and fog

Days like this remind me of

Trees filled with Mangos

Chartreuse and ruby red

And how we would wait

For their fruit to drop

Like stars or water balloons

Or the last firecracker



Keleigh Ferguson is a native of southern Florida. She currently resides is California where she teaches English and writing to middle and high school students.