“Secrets” – Day 15 of National Poetry Month

Among the apologies that we printed And triple-checked for spelling errors Before circulating into the waiting rooms of social hypochondriacs I slipped the secrets of the universe Encoded by some summer-movie logic And randomly dipped in honey To be skimmed over To remain frustrations I stamped my vulnerability and sealed confession to it I delivered … Continue reading “Secrets” – Day 15 of National Poetry Month →

Bonus Poem! – National Poetry Month

Happy Monday! At the beginning of the month, I challenged myself to write and post a new poem for every day in April, and here we are around the halfway mark. When I was younger, I wrote poetry every day in every class on every piece of paper I could get my hands on, and … Continue reading Bonus Poem! – National Poetry Month →

“The Storm” – Day 14 of National Poetry Month

The hurricane has crossed the street. The hurricane has crossed the street. He doesn’t look both ways. He stomps his awful feet. The hurricane has crossed the street. The hurricane is down the block. He’s moving closer up the block. We watch the windows, Check that all the doors are locked. The hurricane comes quickly … Continue reading “The Storm” – Day 14 of National Poetry Month →

“In the Valley of Our Violence” – Day 12 of National Poetry Month

In the valley of our violence In the years of smoke and water All the shadows trade in silence Like a father trades a daughter In the streets you hold your wallet For the parasites to find you As the crowd collects you call it There’s too many teeth behind you And the doors could … Continue reading “In the Valley of Our Violence” – Day 12 of National Poetry Month →

“However Many” – Day 7 of National Poetry Month

However many years without a way to feel We’ll be alright However many years without That guiding light Morning after morning, here I cry Another day, another try However many nights of failing There’s always more However many people hurt There will still be more Morning after morning turns to night And forgiveness passes by … Continue reading “However Many” – Day 7 of National Poetry Month →

The New Fable of the Fox

This is the story of the fox. He woke to a strange, new world. There were blue skies and green grass, and green skies and red grass. There were birds in the trees, and flowers and clouds, and ruins and strangers, and many other sights that were never there before. The fox crawled stealthily, as … Continue reading The New Fable of the Fox →