Poetry

    Author's Note: From time to time, literary forums such as LitHub take a look at verse for children, that is to say they take it...

   Holiday Blood Drive Here I am, at a holiday blood drive sitting at a table on the main floor of an arena near the front entrance. Underneath...

    With Someone Else He wanted them To work through Their issues together, Have him working on him, Have her working on her, And have them Working on them, She didn't want...

        Leveled, Beveled, the Lover   The people I love absolutely love to bevel my love. The people I cannot help but love make me question  everything called love,...

    On First Publication When you told me it was fine Maybe something I’m good at I read my work again and found I’m not a total jerk. I did...

    Of city tales and crayon images The mid morning buzz is about to mellow when the fish vendor's familiar voice sweeps the lanes and by...

    Story of a brooch Every Saturday evening My grandmother was busy Ironing her whites crisp Scolding me with every fold For inheriting her husband's Dark skin and dark thoughts. Folding her...

      Can I Get a Refund?   eyes blurry from lack of sleep, a toddler up at o’dark thirty, snot and tears and tug-of-war over a pair of shoes, a pop...

    Empty City  Full of my city, I sit empty. If I could visit all the places where I had emptied myself and rummage through that dear rubble of hours so many had cast...

    House of Cards Getting married Too quickly Means building A life inside A house of cards And then everything Falls apart And things burst Into flames And he hopes That he'll Always remember The...