Poetry

Yearling

Like a yearling in the field chasing their peers and learning how to run, so is my life. Lots of hiccups and bumps on the road to learn how to […]

Poetry

The Metal Pan

Cold and hot all the time, I do not rest. Thrown onto the rising flames— You think you know my worth— When you casually use me for your own hunger. […]

Poetry

Abecedarian Poem

All cold night blank skies clear and pure. Dog barks, you hear extreme warning– For the house next door. Garage open hot heat coming from the car. In the street […]

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