Category: Poetry

Protected Occupations 2

Protected Occupations

It began because it was easy. Everyone tries to tell you that your heart and your mind will always be at war, but if they somehow sync up, don’t question it. Just go. Be...

Where Love Resides 0

Where Love Resides

Love are these crushed blossoms that I hiked up and down the Montmartre steps to bring to you just because I knew you’d like them And I dream that you will clasp them in...

Dreams 0

Dreams (II)

In my dreams I search for the perfect place. Solitary, bright peaceful and vibrant. In my dreams there are many endless roads from which I can see prospective comfort. In my dreams I know...

Butterflies 0

Untitled (I)

Butterflies? More like a school of sardines swarmed by dolphins. Swirling, churning the water. Rolling into a tight, anxious sphere. Hoping to escape the certainty of being devoured.

Waves 1

Waves

Maya Angelou said that being American means being white and everyone else has to hyphenate But what about those who hyphenate their lives in order to come together as a single unit Without titles...