Weave a web of silken lies And repose in the centre Wait until you see some flies And bid them please do enter Admire the jewel tones of their eyes While tying each blindfold Gag them with luxury ‘til each one dies Smothered in the…

The struggle every day is to believe Inherent good can exist in all people We witness lives torn apart too young By those who profess to love and care Inherent good can exist in all people I learned this as a child By those who…

Unarmed Walking the lonely path under a leaden sky, pierced by winter-stripped overhanging branches, my feet were bleached and puckered in sodden shoes, unarmed against the weather. Pierced by winter-stripped overhanging branches, my arms were colder still, and I, in sodden shoes, remained unarmed against the…

I’m the girl who asked “What did I do wrong?” “Was it something I said?” “Was it something I did?” It cut deep I would lie in bed Unable to sleep I was worthless I was dumb I was obnoxious     I was wrong…

He traveled from frame to frame as the pictures on the wall crumpled while he walked inside them. A child watched as the pictures were altered by the smallest curiousity he could not even see. Human eyes were not fit to see the abilities such…

“I know that as long as I live, nothing can justify me…”–Wislawa Szymborska   ‘i lift myself in afternoon air, slow down and think about the wrongs, when I am trapped and caught in bones and sold, and no one demanded anything else of me….

THE LIST   What I need to write about: my depression addiction to popcorn failed friendships galore how Jesus is changing my life   What I’ll end up writing about: dead sunsets empty pizza boxes thistles mating with thorns other unexplained metaphors  

Slightest flirtation was sordid beginning Pubescent tears welled into self-infliction In order to appease the voice of my affliction Then Death courted me into bed Disguised as solace, relief Like all lovers past, He is a lying bastard Telling secrets, revealing bits I prefer to…

In April, during the time of tulips, we revisit the scarlet pimpernel, princess Irene, the red emperor, and the queen of the night. Seeking relief from the aristocratic tulips, we find solace with the dreaming maid, Aladdin, Abigail, and the elegant negrita. Once, we babysat…

O. De to The Last Leaf   Through my window spy the tree Downstairs I hear my family The trunk is withered much like me With brittle branches and no green   But downstairs I hear my family’s cheer My window-tree now whispers clear, with…