Woke up this morning,
somewhere in between excitement and anxiety.
It is Monday and with that
a new week of opportunities,
a new risk of...
the moon draws
on my bed sheet
until I drown
in yesterday’s waters.
On those same nights
I once knew this child
Whose temper was mild
Despite the loud laughter
Of those who were after
Her eccentric views,
Misused to amuse.
We’ve reduced trees to accessorizing our streets,
Where once open fields grew our daily bread
Concrete littered with metal on wheels has...
Some moments are better left secret
with no words to replicate their purity,
no image to match their beauty,
no close enough heart to feel...
Let me take a piece of white ribbon
And tie a clumsy bow around the finger
You’ve got pointed out at me,
Maybe then you’ll stop to...