When it snows down here, Everyone is amazed Like it’s something magical and new But Maybe it is. The pure, pristine white flakes Floating Floating
My beauty, my cup of tea, my sweet raw honey, hearing your sweet angelic voice always brings tears to my eyes. You’re truly an angel
“Moon Girl” is about having that “Non-stop” or “High feeling” when you are doing something you love alongside with someone else.
I arrived on this campus, Eager to learn, a blank canvas. I hoped we would last at least a week, The future unknown, looking bleak.
lavender puddles of terror originated between your fingers afraid it scuttles into corners on all fours it hides it stalks it shrieks it silences the
Neighbors, neighbors, Thank you for all your generous favors. When we were moving, There were a lot of unknowns, But you accepted us And welcomed
She didn’t warn me. She warned of coughing, but not of walking. She warned of a fever, And I believed her. Of losing smell or
To the daughter of 2020. On the Autumnal Equinox, this poem came to me out of nowhere. Five days later, the person I wrote it
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
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.
