i will write poetry, i will be a poet, and i will make them proud of me, then i will die peacefully. poem for my great-grandmother and my neighbor.

I found a favourite book in your eyes, A gaze so tender. Each time you blink, I discover a word— Whispers written so neatly. In this book, I get los...Read more

I didn’t mean to hurt myself this way, Didn’t plan to pour 'til I ran dry. But love— it always asked for more, and I always said yes. I gave like oce...Read more

She sailed away on a hush of snow Her breath a wisp in winter's palm, The stars bowed low to kiss her brow, and time forgot its ticking psalm I calle...Read more

Two worlds crushed and fell apart Two different peoples, two foreign hearts Like parallel lines they have become Just lost people who might win some H...Read more