“A Necklace of Pearled Dreams” narrates the story of my grandmother’s beautiful pearled necklace, a cherished family heirloom, and how its meaning transformed and developed through generations.
Emotional
Skinny Girl Memoir
Growing up surrounded by women of color, I always felt isolated by the fact that my body was different from those of the beautiful women around me. This poem was my moment of solidarity; my body is no one’s but my own and I don’t need anyone else’s approval.
And The Lightning Strikes
He was like home to me. I wasn’t ready to let him go.
Chasing Happiness
After a devastating accident, Felicity joins a support group where she meets Tyler, a boy with a secret, and possibly the key to her recovery.
Sweetest 16
This is a tribute to me for my 16th birthday
The Sad Ones
Pretty loves are pretty but sad ones are prettier…
Love as Fragile as Time
A young woman and a mysterious old god pay each other visits to the forest every now and then, and this time the woman asks the masked god a more personal question…
Pull The Pin and Release the Locking Mechanism
1. Hold the extinguisher with the nozzle pointing away from you.
2. Aim low. Point the extinguisher at the base of the fire.
3. Squeeze the lever slowly.
4. Sweep the nozzle from side-to-side.
Young Bones
Young people can take the world by storm. I hope we will one day be able to live without that burdensome fear of the clock stopping before our time.
medallic weight
a poem revealing the hidden realities and anguished cries of eye bags.
How will they tell me you are dead?
In a WW1 foxhole, Felix, a German soldier, has survived brutal hand-to-hand combat with Nikolai, who carries letters and photos from his wife Svetlana. What happens when Felix assumes Nikolai’s identity…and writes back?
In the Tree House
Like most stories about friendship, this one does not involve whale bones.
To My Younger Self
Your fingerprints are engraved in my soul. This is a letter dedicated to you, my dearest friend.
Trauma
Trauma honors a woman who lost her life to a moving train at the 42nd Street terminal station in New York. This is my heart, rage, and tears in your hands.
Uncoordinated Silhouettes
Sometimes individuals wish to be blinded by reflection, distraught by the truth that lived in their childhood. This poem explores the duality of recollection and humanizes each perspective.