Catherine Zickgraf


One day he showed up humming in her
head every time she tied her shoes. She
woke up once on her roof ledge, fingers
spread and wired blue to umbrella tines.

Even miles away, the voice still preyed
upon her. So she hid under his stairway,
hunted by slithering soundwaves, tying
her throat to seek peace in dead silence.

Catherine Zickgraf has shared her poetry in Spain, Puerto Rico, and throughout the continental US. See her perform at She hosts Augusta, Georgia’s MAD Open Mic every Thursday, yet homeschooling her boys inspires her the most at the moment.


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