Poetry by Kate McNicholas

              Janice Waltzer CC



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I grew up in a house that did not rest 
This is to say the home too was restless 

The bathroom door spit splinters 
Into brother's knuckles 

And the bedside table could not stand still 
Would pound its corners into the dreaming head of a little girl 
Every time the staircase yelled in father's footsteps 

So the girl would awaken 
And the mattress would tense 
For this home held no rooms 
For a full night's sleep


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Kate McNicholas is a Jersey-based slam poet with a love for trees and metaphors. Kate previously served as an editor for Clark University’s creative forum and has had short works published and performed throughout the U.S and Italy. Her poetry has made an appearance in multiple stage productions and she loves the opportunity to combine multiple mediums of art to create new experiences for all. 

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