Kate Horowitz: Everything Ends

Photo: Joanna C. Valente

THE TOWER 

phone

rings,

dark bed-

room 

you

answer 

every-

thing

ends

TEN OF PENTACLES 

You still can't see it without

crying— The dog park at

sunset. The child’s warm

hand.

XVII 

the moon is only ever full; the

darkness we see is mere

shadow

Editor’s Note: These poems are part of our collection, Haunted: Tarot Poems

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Kate Horowitz is a poet, essayist, and science writer in Washington, D.C. Her work has appeared most recently in Butter, rose quartz, OCEANS & TIME, Moonchild Magazine, and Bright Wall/Dark Room. She was honored to be Yes Poetry's Poet of the Month in July 2018. She blogs at thingswrittendown.com and tweets @delight_monger.