Emily B McCullough

All my thoughts need correction, For before, in my meekness, My own so-thought perfection Always became my weakness. I found in my defiance Anxieties each hour In my misplaced reliance. Instead, I need

Spectators wish I would stay forever Steadfast, because I've always been Here doing what I'm told. Not just to be Prodded, but Lauded: Like a derby, Circling for the gold, I reach for

I sit. I sigh. I watch the faces, None the one I wish to see. My eye erases The scene; the places Phase and swirl. Instantly I'm where I want to be. Blue

A sprinter slips and falls on the winter smooth sidewalks slickened with nice ice   Now shrinking, almost gone. God was thinking, "Southern climate; time to go, snow."

Floats through dormitories A pale and translucent sprite, Or else a specter with Blood-red head, body white, Unclosing eyes follow, the soul ‘Round a corner vanish. Pick the tank up; Red Cap Oranda

How often I write things last minute Until there’s little effort in it, Because I’m so much better Right as I see the turn-in time. I write a less-than-robust rhyme, So

Higgledy-Piggledy Hades’ Persephone Six Months in Underworld Darkness and Cling.     Ceres, or Demeter, Extra-possessively Calls for her Daughter to Usher the Spring.

I made some assumptions about you From the first time we met. Most of them turned out to be true, But I have more to find out yet.               From the first time we

My friends played in the church stairwell To let the time go by. I would have gone if I was brave, But fear left me standby.                   I wanted to go up the stairs,

How do I start things in my day? By waiting for a vision. Say, A creature inspiration brings. She makes me want to do good things. And yet, when inspiration hits, My willpower

In the modern world, Since journeys are rare, I start Writing my own quest.     I write of mountains. To reach the treasure, I climb Impossible crags.     This journey is hard, Laden down by