The Immemorial Breeze
After Robbie Krieger A rhythm begins within, grows its pacesteadying adjacent to my lungsgently caressing and heightening in time. As I reach for an opened dooramong this unsteady foundation, I become one with an ultimate…
Summer Love Swept Away
I spotted you amongst the masses there with only a moment to choose, I feared this was headed nowhere. Giving you a raised eye I slipped you a napkin with my number, figured this was…
Let the Music Play
we were an unsinkable ship,built to sustain any injurythrown our way, or so we said. cast into the dark,yet illuminated with infinite possibilities. suddenly slipping through our fingersthe bitter cold quickly rushed in,and the music…
Walk With Me
She wants to be who she is. She wants to feel loved for who she is, And who she wants to become. She doesn’t want to feel guilty to feel needed. She wants to feel…
Forgotten Opportunities
Throughout my time, I often point out the mistakes in writing, rather than absorb the beauty. It’s so easy to point out the negative, what they did wrong than what they worked so hard on…
Refuse To Be Silent, a Poetry Reading
The following video is an excerpt from an open mic poetry reading with THE BRIDGE Progressive Arts Initiative on March 24, 2021 in celebration of Women’s History Month. They’ve put together this video for your…
I was meant to love you
I remember you in the morning, the way the light hit your eyes, the way your smile matched mine, the way your fingers grazed over my peaks and valleys, the way you wandered over my…
the other morning
Lying in bed after a night’s sleep, I peek at the clock to confirm the hour before the sun comes up. It’s too early to stir the house awake, too early to reach for the…
Look Up…
Above the streets, into the buildings & trees, do you see what only we see: a needed escape, an expression of pleasing— head back, eyes closed, legs parted, a kiss on the lips— it takes…
Untying the Knot
She gathered tulle and ribbons to create the most perfect gift, where the two of them would unite to protect the insides, to hide from others the chance of disappointment. The more she gathered, the…
listen to her
inside of you, that constant voice knows you better than anyone else. she’s been there when no one else was. she knows she’ll never steer you wrong. she’ll direct you forward, & retract you from…
drowning in poetry
a poem of longing a poem of remembrance a poem of rage a poem of hope a poem to slip into your mind a poem to never forget the story a poem to purge the…
Train Ride Home
inspired by The Last Night of Your Trip on the train ride home your smile flashed between buildings, lights flickered and i couldn’t tell if it was the spark in your eye or the streetlights…
The Secret Garden
bore from the most arduous labor, its intoxicating fruit, its sweet blossoming fragrance,pulls in the strongest of hearts. as a vine snakes its way through the depths of a luscious secret garden, distinct impressions produce…
The Thorn in My Rose
her name, her existence- a thorn in my side; a sting, a puncture, knowing she captured the sought after prize. though a thorn is easily removed and leaves only a slight wound, i have become…
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