Poetry

Stay up all night with me for once, I say Don’t complain we have work the very next day Step out and behold the magic of...

One day when I'm dead I'll be alive is how they put it at church and Sunday School and sometimes I believe and sometimes I don't and...

If ever my shadows leave me, and I'll know that tomorrow it will, I will plant some mango trees for the people, I'd leave my hefty will. If...

What they said of love was functional and dyslexic. Love got us wrapped up in one blanket, sleep patterns waiting to shift. We cried about death – of people not known; of people known;  of...

Behind the neck where thoughts bloom a birthmark maps an ocean. There, a kiss evaporates into the salty wind. Two exiled bodies meet in the blue meridian. Though weary their bodies and...

(Third Floor)A nonchalant company label,Atop the elevator panel reads“Committed to people flow.” I descend, to a lower level.Shoulders stoop, the diaphragm allows,Some discontent to uneasily...

i have arrived at my altar. hark! i rise, i flourish, i pirouette on my one toe and float like a prayer. this is my triumph; the...

The streets are empty with no one in sight, I check the big clock of the tower behind the basilic of Saint Francis of Assisi. It’s 2 o’clock on a mid-summer Tuesday afternoon. Everything’s shut. Everyone’s resting. My heart’s hitting the walls of its all so tight ribcage, as I need to cross the brightly lit square and go to the other side.