“How is a river like a war?” “They both create new borders.” So though they turn blind eyes towards The war about to dawn Perhaps they can see the river rise They need not see because here, they feel it Down by the riverside The water, once lapping at their feet, a threat Grows bolder, grows colder, grows furious… Continue reading Riverside
There aren’t enough poems about the aroace experience, in my experience. This past month, I’ve sought to rectify that. For now, I’m starting with poetry about the insecurities and discomfort that I attribute to my (lack of) romantic orientation, but in time perhaps I can write a love poem from the view of an ‘ace… Continue reading Poems of Insecurity
A Collaboration with Danny (2014.11.12 – 2016.04.27) (Guess which line Danny wrote) Armed to the teeth With unbridled optimism Armadillo.
I call it a collection, but there aren’t really that many that I find decent enough to share. Poetry isn’t what I consider my strong suit, and definitely not back in high school, but I have a few here collecting dust that I thought would be alright to share. This is part of a collection… Continue reading Poem: High School Collection 1
((A lengthy poem inspired by a half-dream about the interactions between the Devil and a young girl who knows death all too well.)) I. “I can help you, if you’d like,” said the Devil to the girl In a garden filled with daffodils with dew strung up like pearls “Make with me a contract, and… Continue reading Poem: “The Devil and the Girl”
I don’t think that poetry is my strongest suit, but when someone prompts me to write one, you can bet I’m going to try. The requirements were that it be a poem under 18 lines about the moon, the sunrise, and life. A one-shot from Feb. 16, 2016
Lines and Lamentations 