Free Verse By Kimberly Madura
in heaven's crying room which is deep blue, like the ocean and is scented with parma violets and jasmine where angels cry and the lady made of moon-foam sits between Artemis and Athena they gaze upon the mortal woman below lovingly, sadly, who goes down into the river in desperation beneath the moon have pity on this mortal woman she is drowning from pain and love and the wind roars
Kimberly Madura lives on the East Coast, by way of the Midwest, where she was born and raised. She has been published in multiple literary journals and poetry anthologies. She loves to travel and drink coffee.
