Lit Poetry

Her grandma called them panters and declared they ran through the mountains. The girl lay in bed under a patchwork quilt in the loft of her grandma’s...

The moment our souls first connected, I could feel the stars shattering because I was too young to have found my soul sisters, scattered among the streets...

All I know is when You leave me, and it’s always You who leaves or them who pull me away, I am left a void. At least when You have...

Been a year now without you, without having those seemingly endless conversations and rants, without savoring your delectable cuisine, without you complimenting me, my outfits, my hair,...

I see it now the bridge between past and present. a superstitious metaphor for metamorphosis and loss and moving on. As if somehow bridge crossing is a profound accomplishment while the...

if your absence was no longer a choice maybe the rest of our family would stop looking at me like a chipped-tooth smile they can all see right...

We created a version of ourselves that we could stomach, peeled the yellow wallpaper and brazenly fell in love with the madness we mistook for magic.        

I loved you once. Wasn’t for too long, Because you forbid me from it, remember? It started, and it stopped. It began from a word to a wink And...

When September came and you were gone with the setting skies and leaves that crunch like bone I took a trip down memory lane alone, in an orange-tinted...

Sometimes I just lay on the grass without moving; people call my name, but I don’t hear them. I’m too busy staring at the...