Jessica Zeek KrebsbachThe TripI stand by the car with my hand on the door. Streetlights and porch lights dot the neighborhood like little halos of indifference. Lazy…Jun 8, 2020Jun 8, 2020
Jessica Zeek KrebsbachinLiterally LiteraryPale Blue BathroomA poem about middle ageApr 28, 20201Apr 28, 20201
Jessica Zeek KrebsbachFruit BirdThe birds come to my yard to eat. They come in winter for red berries and pull invertebrates from the ground in spring.Feb 16, 2020Feb 16, 2020
Jessica Zeek KrebsbachBurn PileAfter my mom and I clear brush from her property, we burn it in the bonfire.Feb 11, 2020Feb 11, 2020
Jessica Zeek KrebsbachOwl Creek CampgroundI awoke, as always, on my back in the sand.Jan 25, 2020Jan 25, 2020