Moving On We will never see eye to eye Our differences too great It makes no sense to question why It would make us irate It may be sad; we may have tried But it’s just not worth our troubles We’re better off our separate…

Standing at the edge of the cliff, there is not a single line in sight to say where the sky meets green earth. The yellow sun dazzles somewhere and I see the beautiful yellow roses wobble and dance to the beat of the wind. I…

Summer of broken rules smashing glass and jumping in pools no matter which backyard you choose eating from fridges, cooking on stoves blindfold pinning a map to see where to go.   Singing in concert halls too good for you never once worried you’re out of…

Text Prompt Write a poem about an experience, but from the perspective of another. For example you could write a poem about your wedding from the experience of your spouse, or you could write a poem about an argument with a stranger from the perspective…

  In the morning I will *redacted* *redacted* *redacted* *redacted* even though I am alone I will check with my elderly neighbor and see if she would like to *redacted* *redacted* even though she is alone In the morning I will remember when we were…

my room in the first apartment  that i’ve paid rent for doesn’t have a closet it took months of brainstorming & experimentation  to find some system for clothing storage i guess it helps  to have no room for hiding no space for baggage  or maybe…

this is the same barnes & noble  that i loved growing up i would always beeline to the back  to the young adult section spend what felt like hours but was likely only 1  reading the back of every book whose cover grabbed my eye…

what is love if it’s not scary  in the way that unfamiliar things often are not in the way that’s it a wolf draped in a sheep’s skin hate and anger and disrespect masquerading as love   what’s with the wolf/sheep binary? what about the…

The body falls again as you try to hold it up You put your ears to the chest and when you hear nothing, I see it- The slow way your face scrunches in pain Then the tears roll down your face. We both saw the…

4pm. Poem 14 What is Love? (Redacted) Love is a list (redacted). Love is my children and grandchildren, my Lucy Watusi Kitty, all the bills paid, and a little (redacted) over. Love is gratitude  and (redacted) cross legged on my big, old, soft bed. Love…