Poetry

Dirt kicked up with folly, laughter, and play; ignorance was bliss as we played board games. “He’s gone,” we overheard our mother say....

She dances: Skin rolling like ocean waves, Freedom coursing through her Like lightning bolts in  the form of stretch marks.  The music...

The faint stench of cleaner and dirt between the tiles reflects the monotone palette of the ice cream parlor.  The humming of the freezer...

Forest of tall trees.  Perfect posture; expectations placed on me.  Bark peeling like sunburn– leaving debris  beside the ever-falling...

I was so alive before I held the hand of the dead. I mastered the art of lying. Not to the world, but to myself. I convinced myself there...

Darkness and light were roommates, bunking together within the same moment. Colors cast upon the walls on the other side of my eyelids,...