Lit Poetry

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...

In August the cicadas burst into a new song. In August I took refuge in the scaffolds and built home from the ground up. The runaway kids, they don’t...

she experienced high highs and low lows and when she was happy she didn’t smile she sparkled when she was sad she didn’t cry she cracked the other boys and girls feared the darkness under her...

I am chained. Chained like the creatures in my head Like a butterfly whose wings are pinned "keep your thoughts in check," they said. Don't think about the addicts...

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...