Pomegranate — Poetry with bits in!

Greek to Me.

by and published in Edition Eight of Pomegranate

I still have your hat, you know,
from a summer so far ago
It can’t be reached.
That’s why you don’t have it back yet;

I buried it in the yard.
And, at night, when I try to sleep
I can hear your heart
rise up through the floor

like a ghost.
I cover my eyes

with coins
for the ferryman.

Samantha Kinlin

Samantha Kinlin is currently working on her Masters, after having received her Bachelor’s Degree in English, at Minnesota State University-Moorhead. She has been published in the American Midwest’s own Lovechild journal, as well as the Pacific Northwest’s Inlander. Samantha is twenty-three years old.

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