It is our first encounter and
Paco is unusually distinct,
even as he settles in near me.

His history is whispered,
and all identify him for his
complexion. I wonder if

he knows they chatter
about him; know he speaks
smatterings of English but

prefers silence in a room that
cannot understand him. 

Since Kiera McCabe began writing in earnest two years ago, she has worked diligently to find her own voice as a poet. In this time, she has found that she gravitates towards writing narratives grounded in memory, lineages, and identity whilst exploring breath and form. Oftentimes these poems are tied directly to her own experiences as a child in the rural Pacific Northwest.