By Maddy Sneep
Life is an exceedingly long thing that I
am knitting with moonbeams and yet
there will always be roads that
Grief smells of wet pavement and hope
of dumpsters in an alleyway but nothing
smells of roses because
the soil is barren
I’ve kissed highways and strangers and
swallowed swords the shade of sunset
that tear holes in the great
heaven’s leaking from the sky
so I’ll put down a bucket.
Maddy Sneep's work can be found in HORNS, Stone of Madness, and Papers Publishing. Her poetry won 3rd place in the Papers Publishing Poetry and Prose Contest in 2023. She also peddles her wares on her Etsy shop, SNEEPSTUDIOS. She lives in Austin, TX with her two cats who inspire her to work less and lounge more. Follow her Instagram.