Lit Poetry

How does one reach a star That shines out there in the universe Not begging to be noticed But unable to control its effect On viewers all around...

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...