100 Day Project Three – Day 2
DAY 2 (June 13th, 2018) IF I COULD REACH If I could reach into the past and pluck a petal from that ghostly flower I’d pull you back and tell you that I l...
DAY 2 (June 13th, 2018) IF I COULD REACH If I could reach into the past and pluck a petal from that ghostly flower I’d pull you back and tell you that I l...
DAY 1 (June 12th, 2018) ON WRITING POETRY The first verse is easy. The second one strained. The third one is broken. The fourth one maimed. Daily Word Count: 12...
I started my first 100 day project a little over a year ago. For three months over the summer, I spent time during the week and much time over the weekends writ...
Not Ready I’m not ready to die just yet. I’ll keep pushing this body past its years. God will forgive me if I covet yours for a little longer if I o...
A Prose Poem Resurrection The bird had been broken—shot through by a huntress with a cavernous mouth and teeth like stalactites and from its depths was heard a ...
A Short Poem Shameless Gestures You come only when I call with this solitary voice– you listen– only when these bare-toothed baubles, brimming with promise both...
A Short Poem Between Two Seas Look upon the young faces, and see a springtide that lasts forever. Look upon the old faces, and see the dead on graves’ precipice...