One day I’ll find a flower-shop With roses fresh in bloom Which I’ll place on the windowsill Until the sweetness fills the room One day you’ll find my usual route as my eyes brighten with falling snow and we’ll talk about how lovely it is that, though its cold, things can grow One day, you’ll… Read More Feb. 19 Poem
darkness can only bring something new the stars from the sky are in my eyes and dreams shall bleed into reality, too there is only so much you can go through my smile really did take me by surprise darkness can only bring something new time only told me what i already knew every night… Read More Villanelle
I live for arrows drawn on paper that show A leads to B and there isn’t another way. I can explain in detail how African parasites evade our bodies complex immune system. I can differentiate a multi-variable equation in a number of minutes. I can tell you how we work, how millions of years of… Read More Jan. 8 Poet Laureate
Beauty makes its journey through the eye Colors and shapes and light arrange themselves in a way that lights a fire in our mind but have you stopped and noticed the color of a persons cheeks as words flow out of their mouth like a river on a subject that moves their very core? Have… Read More Dec. 11 Poet Laureate
Dear November, I have missed you It has been quite a while Dear November, I told myself it can’t be true But I am no longer a child Dear November, its quite stunning the world can get away with this crime Dear November, I’m out of breath from running out of all this precious time… Read More Dear November
I wrote under the cold sun As it desperately tried to thaw my icy veins, And exhaled visibility Into the mess of smoke rings and water vapor. I refused to wear a jacket Because all I’ve ever wanted was to feel The ice fuse with my skin So I could finally experience my fifth sense,… Read More Absent Inferno
Underneath my skin is a labyrinth of earthquakes, And underneath my nails is clawed through dirt. There are roots intertwined in the knots of my shoulders, And the veins of leaves on the back of my hand Are what I use to find my way back home like foot paths. I have raging rivers for… Read More I am the World
We’re here to start from the beginning Like the first page of a school book, The one directly after the inside cover full of past scrawl and unrequited names, Or the opening credits of blockbuster movies, The ones where every character’s name scrolls by unnoticed to get it out of the way, Or even first… Read More The Beginning
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