I am whatever you say I am... Green eggs and ham Burnt toast with butter and jam Marmalade on an English muffin A fennel seed from breakfast sausage caught in your teeth I am the fooder you eat to fill your need When full and happy im completely forgotten until the hunger growls again with the nee...Read more

I am whatever you say I am. From the outset of individuality, There was never any escape From the inverse cyclicality Modern economics dictate For the trade of personality Against futures of the heart And puppy love sentimentality. I am whatever you say I Am not the one left standing; There is a ...Read more

What have l say! O thou dusty Lord. Thou that birthed me 'neath thy barren, golden sun, Thou that clothest me in freezing garments, not of frost but of yon dusty plague. Though my teeth be clattering and nose blocked, from extreme blow of love By thy showers of endless dry wind. Yet stil...Read more

O April, you awaken my once-silent heart, Your breeze raises whispers upon my skin. Though your sun burns fierce and unrelenting, You arrive with rain— bringing growth, bringing coolness to seeds I thought long buried. You wash away my dust and heaviness, Leave me standing, lighter than before. The ...Read more

To my beloved July, you remind me of the world I never knew until you welcomed me in your arms. you are cruel to my body with your cold mornings and nights, and I would like to think it is your way of teaching me about this place I'm in. Arise oh bright sun! Let your light fall on my first love...Read more

Praise you, your belly and hips overripe like heirloom tomatoes in the sun, Praise your hair, that golden blade of rice, and your skin like a field of swaying dahliahs from afar, Praise the granary of your mouth, and the birds that feed on your harvest from the gaps of your teeth. Praise y...Read more

Stay awake, my dear comrades. The clouds have returned, Along with their pouches filled to their brims, Enraged. Like the general, the wind commands, That they pour over our mountains and valleys. Behind, the sun watches over, With her raging fire. She would soon rise to her glory. The droplets te...Read more

A month with floral beauty Extreme heat with high humidity ,exceeding temperatures As my birthday falls in it Blooming landscape of places That's what I like for spaces Chill and thrill The beautifull scenes , eye catch With wiggly sight Some momentary things and some adventurous Petals canv...Read more

What's your favourite month of the year? Leave your answer in the comment section. That said, Have you ever read an ode poem? And what are odes anyway? An ode is a formal, often ceremonial lyric poem that praises, glorifies, or celebrates a person, place, object, or idea Take the poem below as a...Read more

you grow on me, algae on flooded ground mushrooms on wet firewood smothering— dark clouds in my lungs a flame mirrored you grow on me, slightly cancerous ...Read more

what went through that brain? i ask this to a small boy who held wooden sticks in his hands, vigorous to make a car so he could drive to a supermarket. i was so certain it was going to work. until it was sunset, and grandma called me inside. " playtime is over " oh boy, those people that walke...Read more

The whole place was noisy. Everyone laughed and stormed the sand, A no-go area for sorrow, yet there it was — because of me. Clutching “not good enough” in my throat, I envied the waves of the water. So unburdened, without hearing “Why can’t you be like them? The rivers and streams, gentl...Read more

En una hora, una vez por semana, lográs aliviar lo que el alma arrastra, lo que pesa en silencio, lo que no sé decir, encuentra en tu voz un lugar donde existir. No sé cómo hacés, no sé explicar, pero todo en vos me ayuda a aflojar, tus palabras caen sin romper, como si supieran que lo difícil se ap...Read more

No se desaparece así, de un día para otro, no después de un año donde todo era de nosotras. Risas que parecían quedarse a vivir, momentos tan nuestros que no iban a morir. No se deja un mensaje muriendo en la nada, como si mi voz nunca te importara. Como si lo nuestro no hubiera existido, como si en...Read more

Sixteen years and counting breath, Born in the Leys, I walk with death Not in a casket, not in fear, But with the ghosts that linger here. Though a child, I’ve heard the tales, Of ’91 when peace derailed. Burned-out cars and coppers chased, Anger screaming through the estate. They called us monste...Read more