“What do you think it means? I ask. /It means you finally grow up, he says”
Our Language
"My eyes find the space /crickets can’t fill, /between where /words end and /skin meets skin."
“My eyes find the space /crickets can’t fill, /between where /words end and /skin meets skin.”
My Narcissus
Kris Bigalk uses the Narcissus myth to comment on loss and love’s persistence.
Stones and Stars
Kris Bigalk moves from the earthbound to the cosmic in this devastatingly beautiful lyric poem.
Two Seconds
Kris Bigalk creates eros in few words and a simple gesture.
Doors
Kris Bigalk demonstrates how potent one simple metaphor can be.