In my old poetry class, we once had to write a self-portrait as an object in our room, and I...
ears were ringing as Silence descended The environment becoming more and more Indistinguishable There was no Bomb there was no...
For this poem, I honestly don’t remember what the prompt had been at the time, but the goal was to...
Edges of your minds eye fogging over Shaking your brain like an Etch A Sketch Remembering blobs of color Still...
The extremes are where I live Holed up in the cavity of a grandfather clock Confused by the word normal...
Dawn breaks, she wakes Runs to work in bare feet Torn dress, wears less To afford enough to eat Long...
Come closer The doorway seems to sing. Its darkness, beckoning you to step through. Come closer There is nothing to...