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