a poem about seemingly another emotionally absent man

The stage is painted blue as dancers twist and turn with their tight ponytails and melodic tulle. Arabesques, broken bones and...

Isn't it funny how I remember that you are not dead? You're not below deep into the earth, Closest to the part where we burn, But like...

This poem started with a mother oak tree on my campus that was cut down during my freshman year (not the same tree pictured here lol),...

I think a lot about time… When I have it. When I don’t. How I spend it. Where it goes. I hate the sound of ticking clocks Each click...

our eyes are given color once again. They reflect that eternal fiery bloom that kisses our lips and burns our skin. And like Icarus, we...

What does it mean to be a father? Biologically, he gives half of what makes you. A carrier of traits, of disease, of habits, A vessel for...

n; a love returned in full; an act of loving the one who loves you; the act of loving in return. You say you wear your heart on your...