Wish I knew how To sell the space You take up in me. It’s the middle of the night, no, It’s really the morning, When the earliest risers rise And I can’t fall Asleep. Instead I’m eating A breakfast sandwich, Hoping silencing one void Will be enough to let me dream. The kitchen is cold…
The girl’s parents had always argued, but this time was different. Their words clashed like swords, shrill and bitter, cutting deep into the air. Then, together, they shrieked a single word— HATE. Their bodies twisted. Their fingers curled into claws. Their faces stretched into cruel, black beaks. With a furious beating of wings, they flung…
Surely now they’ll see sense, Surely they wouldn’t elect A criminal— Not again. Not after we saw the windows shatter, Not after we saw the flags, Not the ones we pledge allegiance to, But the ones bearing his name, Like a king, like a god, Like a brand stamped on the foreheads of the faithful…
(to the tune of “My Country, ‘Tis of Thee”)* My country, once so free, Now ruled by tyranny, I weep for thee. Laws fall and rights are stripped, Justice and truth eclipsed, While hatred cracks the whip— Land of the greed. Once home for those in need, Now walls rise up with speed, “Go back!”…
Nothing was ever so perfectAs that little town,Sheltered by treesAnd caressed by the windOff the freshwater sea.I would have chosen itA thousand times over—If only my childhood homeHad not been a wildfire. Nothing was ever so sweetAs the first blossom of friendship,Blooming at lastWhen the smoke of calamity cleared.I could have strolled that garden,Forever lost…
like a leviathanthe wound you created in mehas risen from my depths,canvassing my skies in dark clouds,electrifying the atmosphere with dread. the town raises the alarm;this beast has been seen before,has brought disaster and calamity before,has been answered before—piercing, healing tones once made it bleed. but this wound is relentless. divine righteousness, redemptiononce drove it…