Lit Poetry

fairy lights and books surround me a comforting darkness a sanctuary for my thoughts, awful singing and sketches clothes on the floor music in the background words on pages trying to...

I have started to write this poem too many times. I have never finished it. I peel a clementine, pull it into segments, savor its clean crisp citrus. It wasn’t...

I would love to speak, .............For the ones with no voice. I would love to fly, .............Dance ballet through the open air, And I would love to be...

It didn’t stop the cold aching, slithering, curling its way around my arms, squeezing to expose a vain, to show that I was still living....

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...