He tries so hard to prove himself— Through every syllable, every word, he enunciates slowly, Pursuing excellence, perfection but, the words refuse to cooperate with his work. And so, he …
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Poetry
Tired, so tired, held up by fraying strings, she’d drag us through throngs at sales. We’d shrivel, she’d fume. “Service! I need service!” Clerks could never shush her. At restaurants, …
At the grade eight dance, they find you hiding behind folded lunch tables, seize your hands and feet, drag you across the floor like a mop. On the dance floor, …
Have you ever had those dreams you know, those carbon-dark sorts of dreams? Where monsters and men made of the same fabric move in and out of each other, amorphic? …
Our new L-shaped house embraced a pool as its heart, a curving figure eight, turquoise shimmer mirroring turquoise clapboard. My father’s pristine pride May through September. He’d skim off leaves, …
I wrote one million poems not one featured the word brown. I scalpeled my own pulsing heart excised all trace of spice or silk routes stepped politely away from ugly …
There are clouds on the move to the end of their edges, close to the end of their own shapes. Frayed where nothing was ever woven, they unravel what no …
I would paint my skin Into a colorless color, & I would dye my hair Wear two blue contacts, & I would even Go for plastic surgery, but if I …
There is a jungle With lime coloured vines And trees That wear their bark The way that Green Mambas Wear their skin. I follow the sound of anklet bells Deeper …
Möbius Strip We thought my life was following the same curves as yours, Mama but I was slowly curling into the T W I S T of a möbius strip …