Expedition

This journey is unlike anything I could've imagined ( good thing this whole thing isn't my daydream). Because I didn't think I had it in me, this thing that everyone else saw in me. This thing that earned me the honor of teaching twenty-two blossoming minds. I was only substituting for about a month and... Continue Reading →

She Raises Me

A prose poem that I wrote for class: Flirting with thirty from down the hall, barely grasping the scheme of it all, I pull my breaker tighter though the weather is nicer as she tugs on the strap of my baggage, slowing my pace. In a line, with no front and no end but I'm... Continue Reading →

Fearless

now I spit out the bloody tooth and smile nothing scares me I’ve already seen my death come on, that’s it what else you got for me? - B. Brown This poem is from my book, Amnesia. Sometimes I have to go back and look at earlier poems to find my place again...

Witnesses

you may have posted a poem the other day about heartache and frustration or maybe you shared a short romantic story one that'd been simmering in your mind for ages or maybe you had the strength to drag a traumatic experience out into the open as memoir or journal entry... what ever it was, it... Continue Reading →

Spat Out

I'd knew it'd get stuck in my teeth but I'm a child with spacious eyes who's been deprived and I thought if I took my time, peeling away the melted layer, pry it with only my lips, roll it over my tongue a few times, I'll find it's flavor 'cause it was my favorite color,... Continue Reading →

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