The Nature of Necessity

Poetry of Meg Falconer



The sun rises in the cooled air It whispers at me to rouse My head is heavy and hair is licking at the sides of┬ámy face. Waking I reach for my periscope And just like this I glimpse the day... Continue Reading →



She is a canyon. There is majestic depth and cavernous mystery in her earth The wind provides a circumambient concerto of relentless notes with intentional force, shielding her from being permeated by continuous debris Were the wind to cease, the... Continue Reading →

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