Things might have been different, but they could not have been better. -J.R.R. Tolkien, “Leaf by Niggle” I met you in a foreign land, where you told me I am what could have been. Around us the rain fell in shades of lavender and cool blue bubbles that popped on contact with our skin. [&hellip
Typing half-churned poetry, touching screens with a tongue, bearing in mind the doomsday clock. Putting passive voice on resumes, love letters, and easily hacked apps, I think Romanticism is back. The lexicon is overflowing, overtaxing, and overstaying its welcome.The NYC, Luddite teens had a
I visited a nursing home three weeks ago and this might sound awful scratch that this is the worst thing I have ever said and probably the worst thing I will ever say every single person in that building was already dead. There were corpses rotting from the inside out being sat in front [&h
How did I used to write poetry? I thought I would go on forever. If the well only bubbled up with dead tropes and gray-faced images, at least they were comfortable. Better than nothing at all. But now I find myself rushing to lit theory class on a November Thursday. The smell of dead […]
Did Joseph have to babysit Jesus so Mary could go to her little sleepovers? She must’ve placed a cute baby pout on her lips and told him girls need a bit of fun. Then she’d arrive at Elizabeth’s in her pink bunny slippers, those fluffy ears bouncing along with her tapping toes and stay up [&
Today, We stand on a stage Held up by our mothers, fathers, ancestors, Being watched by those to come. Maita Baba, Maita Amai, Maita Madzitateguru… Gone are the days, When other hands covered our mouths, Other voices told our stories, Other pens drew black and white lines on our maps That separ
Mid-October’s lock screen reads “Don’t fuck with my energy,” And I don’t know how to diagnose Narcissism. Maybe memorizing Gone Girl’s “Cool Girl” finally went To my head. Maybe my head’s Already lost. Someone give me an In-flight magazine before the crash. I secretly like th
I am nothing A pair of eyes stuck on the ceiling No, stuck on the light fixture No, maybe the moon Either way, the blinds are […]
Winter is here and I ache with it. My chest shrivels up like all the dead things buried in the ground, or under a thin layer of ivory setting powder. My body slumbers in an icicle embrace. The flurries gust, shaking my thoughts snow globe style til I am as topsy turvy as the […]
Up is like down when I lie on my back: hang my head off the bed, stretch my legs up as high as they’ll reach on the cool wall. Hear my mom warn that the moisture from my toes will tarnish the paint. Do it anyway. Let my arms dangle down till the skin stretches […]
