Poetry

When the willow swings The blackbirds fly Peppering unseasoned sky

A desert flower breaks the crust Dreaming of the rain Spreading petals faithfully It bears the sun in pain

Don’t insult me for what I do I do my best and you can’t say anything If you would like to try go ahead I […]

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She had teeth sharpened to points— crafted to rip the heart out of racism and to slit the throat of misogyny.   She carried a […]

As I was walking through the halls yesterday, looking down deeply at my phone, I ran into Happy She apologized and took the blame for […]

What a surprise for me when I spat words of blasphemy Imagine your faithful little soldier it was never you accustomed to the colder Side […]

If you opened me right now, cut into me with a knife, i would bleed music. the sounds of heaven and hell and all of […]