Poetry

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...

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...

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...

Your race is not my race as my face is more rounded than yours...

Weeds like to sit amongst the bladesOf grass, as it waves with a lifeSo green it’ll leave stains at the touch Yet weeds sit...

we drive to the placewhere water kisses the landsmelling salty airexcited to let the sunbeamskiss our face This EarthOur Earthmade the floor into a pillowand...