An Ode to Friendship
Poem So will that photo always change To hopes you often rearrange Framed unstead’ly on the wall As if it held no gold at all? Or was it simply pre-ordained To sit so crooked,...
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Paper Football
Poem Like a child playing paper football You flicked me through the handmade goal at which you were aiming. I was happy to be folded by your fingers into a crisp little triangle. We...
I Find Roots Floating in Open Water
Spoken Word I find roots floating in open water, between the devil and the dark of the deep blue glass ceiling. My roots, my appendages, suspend and weave into this moving blue. I...
I Am No Blank Slate
Poem He thought me a marble statue of the Ancient Greeks, admiring the soft sheet that silhouetted my curved form. I do not argue that I wear drapery elegantly, nor that I feel...
Mourning of the Morning
Poem There were blues in the hues of the morning, mourning the end of night. There, too, were warm rays of sunshine upon the heads of early doves. Words were absent from the...
