A poem about escaping the city
A poem about being the right friend at the right time.
“I know it’s cold in here, Libby, but don’t you think what you’re wearing is a little much?” She would say that. My mother. I looked at her pristinely white Keds and her culottes before I shrugged. “Can we just get this over with?” I pulled my winter coat tighter over my shoulders. “We should …
It was a dark and stormy night—the kind, like war, that mitigated irascible deeds, covering murder with the tintinnabulations of rain on corrugated metal gables; and I, enswathed in my ignominious velvet cape, navigated our city's ever-slickening streets brandishing a penchant for justice. This little slice of purple prose was written for YeahWrite's microprose challenge. Click …
A poem about long distance relationships.
A poem about being happy with what you have
I had imagined pinks and vermillions, an impossible sunset contained within an industrial warehouse. I had heard the chitter of squirrels and felt spring breezes. But when I awoke to a thump, felt the vibrations through the floor of my Nomad cell, and saw the most beautiful open door I had ever seen, I knew …
It all started with Stella Atkinson’s skirt.
A collaborative poem using predictive text
Your curvaceous nebula Fills my butterfly with mellifluous Tequila until I am kickassed— A silver gargantuan homecoming