The Nature of Necessity

Poetry of Meg Falconer



His magic was not momentary.

** Author note, this is deeply personal. It also jumps between tenses appallingly. But it is written without too much over-thinking .   Feel free to pass with a TL;DR" ** A few days ago, partly on a whim, partly... Continue Reading →


The passing of time The gruelling consequences of age and inhibition. Dancing with the wolves on the street strewn with silver pieces. I've waited, yet the answer is often too evasive. Be free and dance, but keep your center of gravity... Continue Reading →


The giggle of the girls left the ghosts in the hallway bereft Deprived of mention, they were purposeless   The laughter of the women sent grief on a prolonged sabbatical It's presence, suddenly superfluous. Healing and hope Forming lifelines Did you hear the sound?... Continue Reading →


  There are days filled with light in abundance Mornings of cicada song and fingers of sunshine wrapping around the window panes Tapping at the key holes, beckoning to be let in. There are street noises and rumblings, yes I... Continue Reading →


Lightly, Briefly, Honestly Catching you Lest you do not trust the ground.

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