Here, we know the windows-- plexiglass to bounce us back from... where was it we would go? Somewhere beneath the sun the moon the infinity of stars. It was such a simple dream forbidden in their therapeutic walls. All we wanted was to walk through a fenceless field beside the curving waters beneath a sky of blue. But "for our own good" all we could touch was plexiglass glass tinted storm cloud.
Kay Kestner’s work has appeared in journals since the early 1990s. She is a screenwriter, poet, and prose writer. Her work is an unapologetic combination of gentle grace and raw reality. Kay offers a uniquely personal voice; one that stems from a life often lived on the outskirts. Her writing reflects her search for the truth and beauty that lives behind the shadows. She is the founder and former editor of Poetry Breakfast and has led writing workshops through the Ministry of Artistic Intent and at The NJ Poetry and Arts Barn. You can find more of her work at KayKestner.com.