Image Source: Unsplash- Patrick Fore If a man writes a poem, he’s a poet I am not. If a man sails a boat, he’s a sailor I am not. If he throws a fist, he’s a fighter I am not For I am a lover of writing sick poems A servant sailing a boat A…

Image Source: Unsplash- Marina Abrosimova November tastes of half-light wine, poured in a cup from the divine. I lost myself between ghosts, in this nostalgic month of almosts. The year exhales a tired grace, time lingers, unsure of its place. I raise my glass to what decays, to all that stayed, and could not stay.…

Image Source: Unsplash- Dillon T. The water hurts my stomach  breathing in the smoke rings  Ophelia left behind when the Willow tree snapped, when the boughs could no longer take her weeping every day, when the bends of tissue scorched ribs was too much for it to take, when they decided to sacrifice her with…

Image Source: Pexels- Troy Olson I talked with trees about you in the twirling wind. Their branches murmured back, the air itself whispered your name through the ether. Like a thief in the night, you move where shadows pool. Your face flickers on the moon, water carries your scent, and owls cry your name across…

Image Source: Unsplash- Mars Immigrant Once it was said that August was a melancholy month: a sobering pill that’s hard to swallow, which you’ll cradle in the pothole of your tongue.  The coffee is percolating in the corner and I can taste the coldness of your breath as a burgundy bloom spills like champagne over…

Image Source: Pexels- Natã Romualdo In so many ways I’ve been smitten, I’ve been felled by beauty In beauty I’m reborn I’m amazed yet crippled Like venom, it spreads A venom like this, I can’t escape In my heart, I’m paralyzed. In my head Many reasons swim by, They talk about love They spoke of…

Image Source: Pexels- Arina Krasnikova It’s an Asian thing, I say To my baffled friends As I place my mock Mojito Among their crystal-rimmed cocktails. Their laugh hides Their disbelief and Honestly? I don’t blame them. Twenty-one is fun, they said. You can go to bars! Let’s go to bars! … Can you go to…

Image Source: Unsplash- Ahmad Pishnamazi Sometimes, I just want to run away, And be by myself somewhere. Somewhere far, far out of the real. Yes, somewhere beyond the physical, I just want to disappear. Sometimes, when I see the tears of orphans, When I see the tears of widows, I yearn to disappear far away.…

Image Source: Freepik We were once little girls— talking about our dreams, fears, and hopes, imagining what it would be like to grow up. Then it happened. We began to grow, experiencing life hand in hand— at last, becoming the women we once dreamt of being. For that, I will forever be grateful. This was…

Image Source: Pexels- Godisable Jacob Whenever you’re near My soul craves more, In your absence I seek to find you Without you, I’m lost Lost to the world. In your voice, I draw breath A breath I seem to love, In these veins you flow You’ve become my blood An elixir I seem to lack…