Lit Poetry

Thanksgiving is something nice, like the wind that rustles the leaves on the old maple tree at Grandma's house, or the smell of Grandpa's...

I am Athena, silver eyed and daring, My battle already won. Dancing in my enemies’ blood And I don’t need you I don’t need you, but-- I am Aphrodite,...

Today is cleaning day. After procrastinating far too long, The layer of dust has become impossible To ignore. With a vacuum cleaner, allergy mask and determination, I start with...

“In one of the stars I shall be living. In one of them I shall be laughing.” ― Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince   And the...

The way you look away. Your fingers slide past in a whirl of degradation, Idling not a moment as mine do an era. Your eyes slide past,...

When I loved eating Junk food at the age of fourteen, I would always visit this food joint close to my house. It was almost always empty, with...

I am shattered, scattered across the floor like the broken remains of my brother's glass bowl dropped on the floor after being mishandled one too many times. Beautiful...

I wonder why they brought me here, leaving me to rot in this odious jail My biggest crime: wanting justice and basic human rights India’s freedom...

Hello little map, You stamp. A reminder of that time newspaper got stuck, in the same destination and we ripped it off, At bandaid speed, Teething marks of an...

I have decided to reopen that book— the one I abandoned, early last summer, heeding the advice of Suzy and Barbara, and the New York Times reviewer who...