In the wee hoursa child wakes, vexed by helium visionshis scream swaddles the room’s skeletonwith…
Free Verse Poetry
When I was in second grade, it occurred to our teacher how clever it would be to organize…
Huffing and sweating, the priest arrived at the parish office to see the old…
A month or two, or three ago,An old friend, I did see.We walked the streets, lazily slow,Of old times, chatted we.We chatted free, as…
All the tiny handsthat learn to feed themselvesearly on….unbridle dragons ignitedㅤ in fearless…
She walked the streets,
incensed at every turn.
Eager to spark.
Eager to burn.