Author Archives: Sarah C. Harwell

Syracuse Light: Poem by Sarah C. Harwell

After a Caravaggio Painting
We live in a city of weeping houses,
dogs howl, cats are skinny,
paint peels, times are hard.
Our souls reside in the dollar store,
we work and borrow monthly
to pay our debt. 
                          What do we owe?
Gamblers continue to gamble
even after the light shines
on the exchange of [...]