The key to reading poetry is to wear it like a glove. I know it’s a cliché to say but sometimes the things worth repeating don’t sound so great at
Tag: poetry prose
A poem I wrote as a high schooler in 2000. She peers into her crystal ball and pricks a pin into her voodoo doll All the while her ravens squawking
When we first get behind the wheel, the herks and jerks of the car give us whiplash. This is the story of how I lost my voice, as one gets
I walk along the shoreline, feel the ocean’s gentle but sprite waves wash over your feet and inhale the smell of the salty water, hear gulls flying overhead. The calm