Poetry

Poets In Love: An Old Poem To Break the Silence

After sleeping for what seemed like 12 hours, after what seemed like a week from hell, I opened my blog to see that the...

Survival: A Poem

In the dark of night and despair Our souls were torches, burning. In sunken chalets of mud and filth We found home in laughter. In droughts that came...

This Fine Girl

This fine girl doesn’t speak her language She doesn’t roll colored words over her tongue The way her people do This fine girl drinks Every now and then,...