I never stood a chanceNot the way you opened your mouthand the way your words flung out.Slow like molasses.Every word before my namewas a warningI…
Poet & Storyteller
I never stood a chanceNot the way you opened your mouthand the way your words flung out.Slow like molasses.Every word before my namewas a warningI…
I wrote Hiroshima when I was much younger. While writing it I didn’t understand the risk of using certain metaphors. This poem definitely isn’t romanticizing…
We collide like thunder.Wrapped in your indigo skin,Wrapped in your warmth,Fingers dig through the acheOf wanting more.Coiled tight,Clinching,An reaction of skin pressed against skin.I wear…