My Horizon
Free Verse Poem It is key to understanding this entrapment- this sentence within the fleshy jail of mortality- to realize that we cannot change the bars or the walls, or the height from...
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The Color of Ash
One day your heart will turn brittle. It will crack open and every love letter you composed in your mind, but never sent, every song you hummed to yourself while you fell into your...
When We Curse
Our inadequacies We condemn ourselves When we aspire to be like others We humiliate ourselves When we want, because we do not think we have We have nothing Surrender to this nothing Be nothing...
Two Minutes Silence
Hastings is bustling. Only teenagers and night workers are still in bed. My new cardigan compliments that circa nineties look I was going for. The rain starts. I follow the herd towards Priory Meadow....
How Sternly Instilled
To be alone is to have failed somehow. The cold line they look to leave. Those quiet nights with too much shadow; Broad stretches of cloud-troubled sky and Thoughts passing through your head like...
You Do It All The Time
Self-fulfilling is the safe word in times of bondage loyalty to what hurts more prays neon tears toward the left aisle On the way out of where you thought holy existed was merely a...
The First Day of Autumn
Shall we mourn the departed or dance on their graves How can the embers of this death burn so brightly against this crisp air These fresh hopes ignited by a season sprung by the...
