Poetry
Finals Week Speech
It's the final countdown,
final call
Final soft thud of my head against the wall
Full throttled abstention
Just one week to go
I'm google over-drive
And it's starting to...
Poetry
I May Never Read Again
This morning I sat down for my regimented skim.
Today, The New Yorker, December 7th issue, The Talk of the Town.
How I’d landed on this...
Poetry
The Reflecting Pool
I’ve tried to ditch the narcissism
That defined me from my youth
Up until my later years, as a grown-ass man-child
The one I am today, and...
Poetry
Glass Fire Writings
It's christmas morning, 7am. My siblings and I, gittering with excitement as the clock's hand strikes
the precarious angle. A permitence to wake our parents,...
Poetry
Ruth Bader Ginsberg
Alice stood in form
Against the fabric of her being
A three-syllabled stitch repurposing her body as one with the clade
“I dissent”
She stood firmly for the...