The sun glitters Off the lake water Until it burns Your irises And you squint Across the liquid surface To the forest across. You hold on To the edge of the dock Feeling course wood Grate against your palm The cool mist That lingers on…

I am stronger than you know, I am taller than I look, I am smarter than my grades say I am better than I am I am whatever I want to be I am me

I wrote this poem As a random collection of thoughts Cause my brain Was tied up in knots And it came to me Just write what you see I sit in my room Under the fan Patterns on the ceiling I never noticed before I…

Broken little girl Sitting in the corner wallowing in self pity For all that has been done to her Broken and shattered Torn and weathered Her heart is in shambles on the floor Who is this girl Why wont she fight Get your ass up…

the unraveling _______________ ill-lit the space cramped i feel my way with shaking hands un- familiar, earth damp knowing i’m not in command of my thoughts. the direction unknown i travel forward for nights on end memories upturned, not sown a fork in the brain…

The man behind the counter has a drinking problem He ignores me I leave In the middle of the grassy field on the other side of the chain-link fence an old woman, wrapped in blankets and shawls rocks in her chair oblivious to everything Next…

There are several of us unruly children climbing the stacks toppling books onto the floor constructing fortresses of fiction and using paperbacks as weaponry nearby a librarian mutters in disdain There are other uses for those   Stalling out in fervent play a faint humming…

I was lying on the ground My head in his lap. Dazzled by his smile I felt such bliss.   Someone uttered “Give him a kiss!” And his eyes twinkled down at me; That mischievous grin that was always at the ready   I leaned…

(Based on the painting by Frida Kahlo) I sigh as I board the bus on my way to the market, my basket over my arm. I notice, as I do with everything in my life, the irritation I feel toward the others who share my…

Temper Your lungs a furnace Forging exhales Your eyes filter Spectrums and waves Into sensical shapes Your hands mold and form Words and clay Your feet wear a path Through intimate space The world in turn Transforms your familiar face Time takes convictions Wears them…