Route 13, Beeline Sometimes on the bus there are a lot of hats, sometimes there are an awful lot of books. Today there is an abundance of crosses. And not just the regular Guido kind, but get this-today I saw… Read More ›
original poems
Original Poem: Poem for my Father
Poem for my Father Outside I picture you, your face lightly colored and unlike the other boys — no matter how long the Caribbean sun shines down on you, your skin remains, as always, not black, not white. Maybe you’re… Read More ›
Original Poem: Variation on “Variation on the Word Sleep”
Variation on “Variation of the Word Sleep” Another one from the archives. I wrote this in high school after one of my teachers introduced us to Margaret Atwood’s poem. I loved this teacher and the fact that she loved poetry…. Read More ›
Original Poem: Dinner with His Flowers
Another one from the archives… Dinner with His Flowers I saw this tulip for the first time one night after dinner. At the time I was sinfully bloated to the seams with plump cheese filled dough covered by a blanket… Read More ›
Original Poem: Ring Day
Ring Day I remember the week after Ring Day, sitting in algebra class, I asked to see her ring— that girl I was friends with— obese, acne polluting the skin of her beautiful, round face. I took her large, thick… Read More ›
Original Poem: The Carwash
Another one from the archives… The Carwash We turn and glide slowly to the entrance of the dark, wet tunnel. The sharks await us — oily, black, glinting eyes like sharks — primeval brains of devious skill. They glance at… Read More ›
Original Poem: For My Mother
For My Mother When my mother dies, I feel that somehow, I’ll know exactly what to do. Not because she’s explained what her funeral must entail for the past seven years now, or because I attended my grandfather’s open –… Read More ›
Original Poem: Celebrity
Celebrity Sitting here, my peripheral vision decreases, I feel important as eyes are forced to to gaze toward the back of my head. Up here, I see things more clearly, I’ve got a better seat in the house. The girl’s… Read More ›
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