China white blossomsstar-tipped by a passing showerwave silent hello to a passing dogoblivious traveller searching for snacksleft behind by privileged millennialsexchanged for avocado toastcareful not to drip on
Poetry
I have been writing poetry since the 2nd grade. Why stop now?
Poetry
Play It Loud
play it loud – crank it,let it speak out – higher, higher.play it hard – vibrate the mouse off my desk… …faster, faster altecs hum – louder,rattle the
Poetry
The Sound of Starlight
The sound of starlighttwinklinglike the keysof my Father’s pianoreflected in the flickerred glow of a hurricaneperched above his smilecasting shadowsfrom his chinto my ears50 years afterI last walkedthe
Poetry
Cherry Picked Salvation
Cherry picked salvationtablet from the mountin piecesshredded verse by verseand inspectedlike the bonesof a dead chickenin the marketon Saturday nightthe message lostin the shatteringone by oneof neighbours caughtin
Poetry
The Glimmer of Gratitude
We march forward one foot at a time,plodding towards the line that separatespresent from past tense,at times feeling the cold rain sluicingdown your back beneath your collar,until a
Poetry
A Touch like Lightning
Across the miles I feel youwatchinglower lip underbiting down hardand wondering…yes, I miss you…And in the spaces of timereserved for nothingI hear you callingpointingto where your hair streamslike