Keira CooneySinkingStanding at the edge of the surf, feet buried in the sand at the mercy of the ripples of saltwater and sand pulling me deeper into the…Sep 18, 2020Sep 18, 2020
Keira CooneyGoodbye St. ChristopherThere is something about driving that appeals to the wanderer. Straight open highways and parking lots; destination is only a thing…Apr 8, 2020Apr 8, 2020
Keira CooneyWishing for JuneI used to pluck the leaves off the schoolyard trees in my youth. I can recall like yesterday how the leaves felt under the pad of my thumb…Dec 2, 2019Dec 2, 2019
Keira CooneyPurple ReignHis kisses were like lavender, his embrace, like plum.Jul 17, 2019Jul 17, 2019
Keira CooneyShe Was Nature, Unrelenting.I am but a broken branch, fallen from its family tree.Jul 17, 2019Jul 17, 2019
Keira CooneyYesterday AfternoonI liked the way you looked sitting in the passenger seat of my car.Apr 10, 2019Apr 10, 2019
Keira CooneyThe Apology BreakfastThe first thing I do when I wake up in the morning is listen. The rustling of my sheets, the soft snores of the dog at the end of the bed…Nov 15, 2018Nov 15, 2018
Keira CooneyMonday With PotentialYou wake up in darkness, right arm wrapped around his middle, head resting on his shoulder. There’s a small comfort in the rise and fall…Nov 7, 2018Nov 7, 2018
