My past dwells in the dollhouse – a narrow three-story abode squatting in the alleyway between a mass grave of...
I walk through a campus once again pelted by rain. If April showers bring May flowers, I wonder what May...
There's something amazing that prickles the skin that raises the hairs that jumpstarts the heart. That moment of locking eyes...
This poem is dedicated to all my dear friends who are graduating in a few weeks. I will miss you,...
My lover moves like daylight through the willow leaves Her beauty steals my senses every time she breathes Her eyes...
I dare not tell a soul how I love my Lord For they would mistake my devotion for desire They’re...
when you leave me, i will hold no funeral i will bury our love in an unmarked grave safe from...