You’re gonna see some shit Do some things not worth remembering, but you will Trust me, though. It’ll be worth it You you’ll meet her (No not her; pay attention) After some trying times and nearly lethal moments You’ll wish for death and hope for…

Restless but free The road now lies almost evenly Behind and ahead My tired limbs know not to cease

The Bigs are Coming to Town Virginia Carraway Stark Bigs come When they come to town They move the streets They turn the dumpsters upside down They put in DUMBS They do as they please because They’re Bigs And they do as they please Rewrite…

It floats in the dishwater like the eyeball of some great beast, watching me through grease & soap suds. my grandmother is saying something about the rain, worrying about the nearby farmers & the price of corn in the coming months, but all I can…

Dear Cheetah, age 7, I hope you are fine. Really and truly fine, not the fake fine we learned to tell mom and dad when they asked, “What was the trouble? Why aren’t you sleeping?” I writing you today to tell you that that you…

Now this is the point. You fancy me mad. Strung out on hysterics, kissing midnight In this moonlight dancing on the red curtain, your skin, almost seems flushed with rouge As I play your body like a violin, pluck your strings Creating symphonies, rising above…

I run from love. Like a coward, I run at even the mention of it. Too much, Pain In love, Has made life safer When love is more, Fantasy Than Reality. So, I create a new kind Of love for me. Through, correspondence Which they…

Dear Sandra,17, I love you, I wish I could tell you to be different, to be braver, to believe in yourself, l don’t want us to live through the pain, but we must for that is how we learn, we grow, how we become me,…

Dear me, Once, you had cotton candy princess hair. You had butterflies in your tummy and noble intentions made your heart beat. You had a soft voice, giggly laugh, and couldn’t ever remember where you put your phone. Music was your oxygen. Poetry was the…

To sail the wine dark seas of Homer’s lads. To face the test of Cyclops and the songs of sirens in the misty morning’s light. To chase bold Zeus from out fair Leda’s lap. To tell the tale so dread Medusa’s sad, dread head’s kept…