I Grew Up So Well
I may be up at 2 a.m. and it may be because I finished editing a short story I’ve been working on for a year and I may have just submitted it to my university’s literary journal so I may … Continue...
View ArticleTura Lura
A chair that rocks but doesn’t squeak and lulls me to wonderland. A skylight for the moon to watch my dreams that leave in daylight. As she sings to me tura lura and I go to sleep in her arms …...
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I’m all for smilingbut that woman is baring her teeth at me.Why, Giada? Why? They…sparkle…And Ina, I know that Francewith its shops and street corners, berets and baguettesis enchantingbut why must you...
View ArticleChampa
If words were fragrant my poems would smell like champa flowers. Heady, deep and sweet, they smell like – The moment I knew I would grow up My daydreams of adventure The dark room I adopted in my...
View ArticleSnow Globe
I want to rummage through stacks of books with you. Dirty, musty books so when we rustle their pages we choke with joy. I want to sit on the floor, legs crossed and pile adventures in my lap. You’ll...
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No feeling matches this stirring in my bed, expecting to be at school then opening my eyes and…home. Where every moment feels slowed down a bubbled sanctuary from the world as nothing touches me but...
View ArticleAn Ode to a Pencil
Silver-grey linesbecome wisps, spiritslike seagull wings in flightcapturing impermanentimperfectrushes of ideas, whichto me are more stunning than final drafts. You are worth morethan bubbles on answer...
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