Sticks, stones & words

Sticks and stones may break my bonesAnd words can also hurt meSticks and stones may cause my deathAnd words can also kill meSticks and stones can be taken awayBut the tongue can constantly attackSticks and stones have limited capacityBut words you can’t take backTo fight with sticks and stones may break my bonesAnd words slice…… Continue reading Sticks, stones & words

Declaration

my spirit was drying upwithering under these concernsof an enemy that we can’t seean enemy that doesn’t seem to bethat dangerous to mesince the majorityare recovering just fineit’s been eleven days, that’stwo hundred and sixty-four hourssince NYC started going darkand i’m left craving human touchfor i’m new in this city and nowisolated by 6-feet of…… Continue reading Declaration

WP: Bedazzled

She stumbles toward me on the F-train. Her thin earlobes pulling toward her shoulders by the weight of the iridescent, glitter-sparkling, crescent-shaped moon earrings matching the bedazzled moon charms pasted on her two-inch, rainbow-painted fingernails. A cubic zirconia encrusted tiara shifting toward her gold-speckled eyes as she breathlessly plops into the hard seat next to…… Continue reading WP: Bedazzled

Word train

short, visual, emotional stories. and sometimes just thoughts, fragments really; a poetic monologue. tangents running wild, one word into the next, faster and faster until smack. the words collide like a freight train. and fall into a crumpled heap. waiting for breath to come and wake them from their slumber. for words are an energy.…… Continue reading Word train