Danielle Kieschnick Poems

Before my eyes, there once appeared
A fallen temple in the sky
And within this temple lay the once-revered;
The godly and the sanctified.
...

I am the smoke
That drifts out from between your lips
After a nice, long drag
From a cigarette.
...

She stumbles out of the crowded bar
And into the crisp night air.
Drowning her sorrows? No.
She cannot drown them, only dull their screams
...