Katherine Abel

Stories from Katherine Abel

Saturday, April 27th, 2013

I. Oxymoron


It’s been a long day already

Four kids delivered and more due

Tomorrow, I hope.


I count heads. A mother is missing.

When I walk out, the field is vast

But I know she didn’t wander far


I find her cornered

Between the fence and a Tung

Tree. Part of her is red

Where it shouldn’t be.