Morning bangs on the door like sadness or a man falling down hungover halls. I wish I were a bastard, reared on jasmine and whistling in the bathroom, bright as Christmas satin. I’d rather lace, cold cream, wallpaper with lemons, high heels in the school’s hallway. You wiped my cheeks with […]
Kamal E. Kimball
Kamal E. Kimball is a Pushcart-nominated poet currently living in central Ohio. On the editorial team for Muzzle Magazine, her work has been published in JuxtaProse, Juked, Rattle, Phoebe, Tahoma Literary Review, Hobart, Sundog Lit, Bone Parade, Kaaterskill Basin Literary Journal, Forklift Ohio, and elsewhere. She has served as a guest judge for Writers Digest and taught poetry classes at OSU, University of Cincinnati, Chase Public, and in a variety of community settings.
She is a member of the Ohio Poetry Association and completed her MFA in Poetry at The Ohio State University in 2021. She works in Communications at a local food pantry and continues to teach English coursework at the college level.
Contact her via e-mail at kekimba@gmail.com
Follow her on Twitter @kamalkimball and on IG at kamal_e_kimball
Black Friday Letter to Mom
Toast with Existential Dread
by Kamal E. Kimball
Friend, come here and touch my hem. You be the wind, I’ll be the hollow thing singing. I’m falling in love with every arm hair on every rider on this machine. The man in tube socks, ball-capped, reminds me of my father. How someday I’ll miss the old bastard (who I look […]
