Poetry: 

Was it really all just pretend? Putting it on the back burner and saying it “doesn’t exist” Just another thing that “never made sense”?...

everything is a love letter. he was a swimmer when i met him. when i watched him move the water like the strength of all things, i...

i see a television screen glow in the dark of a room and i reminded of the way the sound of yours would haunt me no matter where i went...

Olive branch wields unrelenting teardrops To water the soil of its foundation Fingers outstretched as a shield for its crop The skin of...

i'm not sure how old i was when i realized the cruelty of men maybe it was when i was first touched back when i thought touch equated to...

The tongue within my own head carps loudest As I wonder about the writers and poets, Who address with greater purpose And croon with...

I stare at the sun hitting on my walls glistening in orange the rain hitting my windows hard and all i can feel are the sheets pulling me...