One night, you told me that it was over. It was at a rooftop bar near Huntington. Just before, I was telling you about how my astigmatism...

Show boxes hold no more shoes But love letters, still unopened Dust blankets pillow coverings Unobstructed and undisturbed The bulbs are...

And National Poetry Month! Dear Reader, It’s been a month since my last blog post, and there are many excuses as to why it’s been so long...

I drive when I can’t sleep. I didn’t do that before. If I could I’d cry out with the coyotes that camp the hills behind my parent’s...

And what student responses to my poetry taught me Dear Reader, No, the title is not hyperbole. Just last week, a good friend of mine who...

of closed doors. Locked windows. We hid under covers. Afraid of shadows that walked our hallways. Reflections that hid in bathroom...

And a celebration of Black writing “I love America more than any other country in this world, and, exactly for this reason, I insist on...

This part up and leave it for the ghosts for the gravestones and the mourners for the dust-ridden shelves and their friends for and...

It pours out of us a mess we hold and catch what our hearts can’t hide we stitch it to our clothes and inevitably get dirty Then we...

Why it terrifies so many of us, and what we can do about it. Dear Reader, If you're anything like me, then you still have vivid memories...

What do you write about when you don't want to write? Dear Reader, Would you believe me if I told you that I didn't want to write this...

Examining the relationship between heartbreak, trauma, and the messiness of poetry. Hello, my dear, dear reader, It's been quite some...

and go to bed? I’ve burned my tongue on too many words I didn’t mean. I forget who I am when I’m angry— I hate seeing this place a mess—...

For Mrs. Rochester --A masterpiece-- Shatters against the rain. Each drop a life (A moment in time?) I have gotten used to counting...

He’d start by telling her she was beautiful. She’d laugh in Old Fashioned and His throat would burn at the bitter taste of it. “You’re...