Creative Writing

Poem: Passing Period

Poem: Passing Period

Lonely halls, mundane walls, I see you every day. Bump in passing, no true asking; Never much to say   Same is said of You and me; Two functions that coexist, But never stray that time of day Or venture from the flock   Quick "hi" in passing, no true asking...

Poem: Midnight Dreams

Poem: Midnight Dreams

I sit in the quiet library and listen To the tepid ticking of the large grandfather clock And the gentle scratches of pencil meeting paper.   A familiar tune drifts through the room and I hum along. Dropping my pencil, I lean back in my chair, and a sudden wind...

Poem: The Hypocrite

Poem: The Hypocrite

You tell me to be myself, Yet you try to fix my every flaw. You tell me not to do anything bad, Yet I see you breaking your own law.   You tell me to change the world, Yet you do nothing yourself. You tell me to use my skills for good, Yet your talents lie on a...

Poem: Rushing Voices

Poem: Rushing Voices

Spilling out from every crevice of society Dark red tendrils choking the necks of the Black and the Brown, Of the Indigenous, of the Latinx, of the folx who are Transgender   And I’m screaming, my voice hoarse and until the white fist renders Me useless  ...

Poem: how hard it is to sleep in the middle of a life

Poem: how hard it is to sleep in the middle of a life

so many tragedies coursing through this blood, alive and electric,  haunted by Phlegethon’s unnavigable currents humming  like a razorblade pressed to skin.    when night falls: a poet, a jester, a spectator, speechless  at where your kneecaps press against...

Column: A ‘Love Letter’ to poetry

Column: A ‘Love Letter’ to poetry

Like satin, the syllables slip off of structured stanzas, stumbling then settling into the softened recesses of my heart. I swallow, and then this art, this poem, plummets, like stone, like a cherry pit, into the round of my stomach. This is it: what we have lost to...

Poem: bleu

Poem: bleu

wrinkles shift beneath tattered sand bushy bristles curve in gentle slopes pointed high towards the evening sky       chirps crowd the dewy air  Mixed with the melody of a howl  hoots pierce the clouds, twisting and slipping between fluffy snow like a...

Poem: picture this…

Poem: picture this…

the loneliness secluding you seems to comfort you, the pain within you seems to hold you.   you once think about the isolation cell you placed  yourself in, and you imagine   nothing more than the feeling of  giving up. quite ironic, no?   the liking of...

Poem: ‘Muted Night Terrors’

Poem: ‘Muted Night Terrors’

His glass-shard screams punctured the pulsing fleshy organ creaking left to right from a rope of bloody handkerchiefs streaks of fat and juice plunked onto a dilating glimmering circle as a gasp-like sigh echoed softly around the chamber – reverberating heavily within...