Lit Poetry

Right now, I know, having been where you are, grief is your largest organ. Every centimeter from your scalp to your toes feels scalded, disfigured for life. But I hope...

On the night when the pale Moon with its roundness appeared outside my window, I regarded it carefully. Like it was a leech feeding on my thoughts. The knife that I had...

Are galaxies living beings? Do they move slowly like sea slugs, oceans of stars clumped together in soft airy mists? Do planets dance with one another,...

I gave my heart away to you. You promised to keep it safe. Though the lies glittered in your eyes, I still believed in you. Your well manipulated...

You write about the way it feels At the beginning Like someone's airing up a balloon Inside your stomach You write about urgency That call across the wind When you...

After a deep snow, our neighbor David built a giant wooden sled for his sons and my brother and me. Bundled in winter clothes, we piled onto the...

I am a flower that sways in the wind I am the daring Samba dancer The fearless King Cobra I am the courageous field mouse The unwavering morning...

And now I seek comfort in the song of a bird, the bloom of a rose, the smell of sidewalk after a hot rain. What in the...

The world is tinged in melted kaleidoscopic hues As the sun dies, Mother Moon casts brilliant spectrums of light. In the moonlight, we may find solitude, inner...

I like the sound of my own laughter on most days. It pierces the air around me, breaking the tiny shards of silence that make up one...