The Sparrow

By: Nicole Wasylak A door, a lock, a home for my thoughts The smell of tea tree, lavender, organic life Floors that have watched me weep like the scarce trees in the city  Cold tiles press against my skin Calming and cooling me down after an overwhelming moment Where I’ve freed my mind, bared my … Continue reading The Sparrow


By: Nicole Wasylak Might there be a symphony in the tree? A concert in the forest, where a conductor bears more legs than two? I’ve heard it every night A loud musical, echoing beyond the tenebrous trees First, begins the crickets with their tambourines Clashing  Once, twice, three times Swelling with the heartbeat of the … Continue reading Untitled