Poetry by Kristy Snedden

      Ian Sane CC




I Am Sick


I am sick with bitter bile.

Crouching is my second nature.

Where is the corner behind my desk?

In my hand bones are memories 

of the mad flight to the New World 

and the wars that followed.

My fingers shiver over land

we stole. A cannon ball rolls

across the field until it explodes

the blue heron fishing the creek

but the people on the hill

are watching letters in the ticker 

symbols on their screens
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or counting followers while 

they wait for Door Dash. 

I can’t find a prayer.

Crouching is my second nature.

I am sick with bitter bile.

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​Kristy Snedden (she/her) has been a trauma psychotherapist for forty-plus years and writing poetry since 2020. Her work received her an Honorable Mention in the 90th Annual Writer’s Digest Writing Competition and has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize. She is a recent recipient of the Small Orange Press Emerging Woman Poet prize. Her poetry appears or is forthcoming in various print and electronic journals and anthologies, including Contemporary Verse 2, storySouth,  Door Is A Jar, Pensive, Anti-Heroin Chic, Power of the Pause Anthology, Green Ink Poetry, and Snapdragon.  In her free time, she loves hiking in the Appalachian Mountains near her home in Georgia or hanging out with her husband listening to their dogs tell tall tales.