Author: K.C. Hill

In the backyard with Gramma

In the backyard with Gramma The giant yellow flowers in Gramma’s garden are taller than I, with rough faces, dark brown, wrinkled. Their fuzzy stems stand thicker than my thumb and I‘m not allowed to touch, do not touch, do NOT...

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Playground Rejection

Playground Rejection The boy looked like Chris Pine, and his name was Derik; he liked another girl. He’d chase her around our school’s grassless playground, she’d scream. It looked fun, so I joined. Another boy started to chase...

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Mom‘s little dough dolls

Mom‘s little dough dolls Mom’s in the pantry, shaping dough, thick and caramel-brown, into doll figures. They’re like gingerbread men but fancier, because they’re girls. All the shapes are round and smooth, sturdy. Two cookie...

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Combed up Velvet

As originally published on Poetry Super Highway, editor Rick Lupert, Los Angeles, California, August 2022. Combed up Velvet Windswept gatherings of confused moths cloud over and flitter across my speckled...

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