Category: Poem

Poem

034

There is a cliche that would be easy to say: Reading is an adventure. But it’s so much more than… Read more »

Poem

033

Below the universe, there is so much more to see.   But, alas, she lies on her back, her arms… Read more »

Poem

032

You remind me of yourself at my age. A bouquet, a ring, all in your fate.

Poem

031

I see life in book endings. from sand beach weddings to dragon defeats, where not even fire can heat an… Read more »

Poem

030

I don’t want you per se. Because each and every day you come back and talk about her. No, no, I… Read more »

Poem

029

If you could hold a color say aquamarine, how heavy would it be? And for how much could you buy… Read more »

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028

I left you outside Paris, just outside of pari dise, just outside of the grasp on the clasp of the… Read more »

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027

I  change my name every time I go to Starbucks, the letters constantly shifting in my head, my mind twists… Read more »

Poem

026

Because it’s no soap, radio a playbill for a music show with top hat and a plaid bow on Broadway two years ago. There’re… Read more »

Poem

025

But that’s the whole point of the game: to lose yourself, to choose yourself, to put your own self up… Read more »

Poem

024

It doesn’t feel like Friday, my day: it feels more like lie day, cry day, can’t stop, won’t stop, but… Read more »

Poem

023

I hear static in my voice, in my mind. I hear static every day, all the time, I hear static,… Read more »

Poem

022

It’s a strange thing, isn’t it, when the right things don’t fit, when the things you don’t understand become the… Read more »

Poem

021

If you’re reading this, you’ve been in a coma for the past twenty years. We don’t know what went wrong,… Read more »

Poem

020

Welcome to insomnia: the book with no genre, the play with no drama, the eye with no cornea. The land… Read more »

Poem

019

“Say cheese,” she said, even though she knew I wouldn’t. “Smile, for me,” she urged, even though she knew I… Read more »

Poem

018

In short terms, it’s a long walk. It’s a long way over and a long way down, a long way… Read more »

Poem

017

The clouds were like continents, trying to learn their constants, floating across the sky for compliments, and receiving them all… Read more »

Poem

016

Sit back and read the story of the universe– written in the stars, written in our scars, and we’ve never… Read more »

Poem

015

Speaking of uneventful things, and what a bird would be without wings, it’s a question of whether or not we should,… Read more »