Category: Poetry

Reflective Poem 0

Alone

Reflective Poem   The moment when you realize how you actually feel you do not miss what you thought you were or who you were with you do not cry over an imagined past...

peaceful poetry 0

Our Own

Poem   Reading poems late into the night Reading more upon waking Under the full moon In the morning sun Savoring each of them Feeling the weight of each word Remembering the life around...

spoken word poetry 0

Parcel – or Stand Aside

Spoken Word   Don’t relax But also don’t remember That any time we can Break into a dance requiring us To base all and any fantasies On that liquid part of us That part...

autumn haibun 0

Morning in Late Autumn

Haibun   Bare branches stretch toward a gray sky like the gnarled fingertips of a Norse Crone. They sway in sudden gusts of wind. Fallen leaves rattle on paving stones. A solitary hawk circles...

poc problems 0

POC Problems

Spoken Word   Every person of color’s favorite question to be asked is: “What are you?” “WHAT am I?” Well, I can be whatever you want me to be, baby. Nah, let me tell...

short poetry 0

More Than One Year Later

Poem   I held your face as a precious gem Studied its facets, admired its cut Searched for imperfections Finding none Whispering, “You’re perfect” into The night   more by KRISTEN GREEN photograph by Lizzie Guilbert...

poem about past 0

In Rooms Like These

Poem   Even now, I see her moon face, those limpid eyes, half slits with sleep, lying in repose beside me. In those days, we lived in bars and boxes. Hers, a refuge in...

failure poem 0

Burned Down

Poem   Dark and murky, seeping under doors and into the soul, the smell that awakens memory, and bittersweet air of loss. Warm and sticky, it curls around the heart and grips her, makes...

spoken word 0

Stop Where You Are (Be Thankful)

Spoken Word   It takes courage to break bread With a sidewalk To raise a toast to the sounds Of rising tidal wave in the Form of feet — all sizes Fashions, all caring...

thanksgiving poem 1

Thanksgiving Weekend 2012

Haibun Poem   Thanksgiving Day, November 22nd Another wave of sickness strikes. I’m on my knees over the master bath toilet. Orange-and-brown bile fills water and stains the porcelain rim, along with the painted...

Thanksgiving 0

Thanksgiving Day, 2015

Poem   Today I was walking down the street with the Smell of fall in the air and the Crunch of leaves beneath my feet and I Couldn’t help but think of how this...