When I wear a mask, You may be surprised, To hear I’m like a spy in disguise. No longer petrified Of what they might see in me, I am covered, an invisible wannabe. I creep from shelf to shelf, Acting as someone other than myself, It’s a game for me to play, A single escape… Read on
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They say all it takes to bake is a recipe, But when will I see the end product in front of me? Too long of a process, I think, Only for it to be finished in a blink Of an eye, that piece of the pie. Here, let me give it a try. “Chopped” is… Read on
What do you do When someone needs you What’s the plan With the coronavirus at hand What to do, But be there when they need you. “While your parents are away. I need to be here to make sure you’re okay. I understand you You think like I do. It can be scary, You have… Read on
Oh my god, it couldn’t be, This sight I see in front of me, So limitless, filled with possibilities. A war zone, lined with casualties. But my sight was true, And I breathed anew, Seeing a tiny stalk spring through, The single kernel, its yellow hue. To be clear, let me set the scene. Amid… Read on
I watch. Eyes wide with wonder, In the school of the summer, What no online instruction can teach, What they should yearn to teach. In the waters, I learn on the beach. I learn to grab tiny clams and flip them out of the sand, Throw them in a bucket, three in a hand, I… Read on
This endless sea of days, Looms large in my gaze. Undeniably forbidden, I try to make plans unbidden. Not by law or legislation, This treachery speaks of social defamation, The question “Are you free?” Is answered, “What else could I be?” And yet, by wish or luck, We decide to run amok, Adhere to social… Read on