(First Place Winner of the City High Poetry Contest) Raccoons in the night, Rummaging through dumpsters, Yelling across the river. 11pm and the little ones are alone, Seated underneath a lamp post, A pile of used cigarettes in their laps ...
Heel-toe slaps, Again and again. One foot in front of the Other; I am not running away I am moving forward but facing the wrong Direction. Dirty once-white toes careful on the bright white walk as balance fails Again and ...
I have memories stretching back several years of seeing huge pink and white blossoms hanging on the bushes in our backyard in late spring. I once asked my mother what they were, and she told me they were peonies. That was the start of my love affair with the big, gentle flowers. I have a ...
Prologue: Varis clashed with his master, Siviis Glynn, the Archmage of the Sun. They threw bolts of shimmering fire at each almost as if they were having a snowball fight. The bolts singed at their robes, sending a sharp smell into their noses. Varis ran to a pillar of quartz capped in gold and hid ...
On a rain-filled night the country road revealed to them its way those travelers that clung to hope they’d live another day. Wary went the travelers past thickets and clicking pine willed onward on that barren Earth by the stubborn human spine. They came upon a twisted house sprung from a fetid field ...
It ain’t a true family without any alcohol. Everyone may have had it here or there. Some party with it, Some use it to unwind, Some get shitfaced in a sorrow nightmare. Every house dedicates their ways differently. My own Mexican family has their own desires, To be in relation with such a devilish fire. ...
Heartstrings pull against Your old yellow raincoat Tattered against my chest Lungs blown up Hanging above the mantel Punctured and gently framed Two lips burning A sinner’s fire crackles Smiles and frowns broken Tendons stretched out Hanging down the wall Running towards nothing.
I have memories stretching back several years of seeing huge pink and white blossoms hanging on the bushes in our backyard in late spring. I once asked my mother what they were, and she told me they were peonies. That was the start of my love affair with the big, gentle flowers. I have a ...
Hate and fear of the different has diseased this country for centuries. It starts as a “phobia” or an “ism” in the cerebrum. It is a seed planted by your parents. Your peers. Our white privileged culture. It will move down your throat tightening around your windpipe and strangling you. This illness controls your speech ...
I’m three; my father and I live together. We don’t just share a roof; we exist and grow together. My family misinterprets my curiosity as troublemaking and non-compliance. Stay Still! Dad introduces me to puzzles, games, and books. Teach yourself, if you want to know something, research it, he says. He didn’t even finish elementary ...
Tacet Lake When the cabin grew too warm I went to tacet lake To run three times around its edge And hear blue bottles break. Cause Papa Bear had had too much And what was I to say? I thought I’d never once relive His troubles on that day. But time has ...
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