On the bathroom floor,
Glass shard in hand,
It catches the light,
Is this the end?
And the tears, they
Bounce off the glass.
Shutting my eyes, I’ll
Just make this fast.
On the bathroom floor,
Glass shard in hand,
It catches the light,
Is this the end?
And the tears, they
Bounce off the glass.
Shutting my eyes, I’ll
Just make this fast.
This poem
Is for the child
Sprinting through the crimson streets
Tripping over the last breaths
Of his father—
For the mother
Protecting her babies’ ears
From the piercing shrieks that echo
Long after the ashes settle—
This is not a poem.
Where do I find the words
To convey the shock,
The stillness of the air,
The fading of the sounds,
As I read the news that she is gone.
It is easy to look at our humanity
And see all the ways it is cruel.
Sometimes,
We are blessed to have someone
With quiet strength and unquestionable courage,
With the grace of a king and the will of a warrior,
To remind us of all the ways
Our humanity is not yet lost.
A pink-haired fairy
Bursting with glitter flutters
Past my path today.
She stops a moment
To eat and drink with a friend
And we talk all day.Read More »
I do not fear the chill of Winter,
Not its fingers blue and cold
Nor my breath frozen in their hold.
I do not fear the dark of Winter,
Not its suffocating shadow
Nor the voices whispering just below.Read More »
The leaves are on fire,
The wind tastes like ashes,
The oceans are drying
Into trenches and gashes,
Slashed across the surface
Of a dull, blunt stone
That used to be beautiful
But now, it dies alone.Read More »
5…
Colors flashed—
The freedom of a white canvas, the void of a black night sky, the flickering rays of a yellow sun, the blurry line of a blue horizon, the angry strokes of a red paintbrush
4…
Lifelines tangled in a spider’s webRead More »