I remember him. I remember the hours we sat together Talking about life. Sometimes I’d listen to stories From his mission work days Told in ways that made Africa More than a place. I saw his home, his friends, And the countless voices that called … Continue reading Memories
Joy climbs trees and paints everything she sees. She looks at the sky and lets excitement Fill in the spaces between the clouds. She runs barefoot through the grass like a kid Even though she hit her 20’s a few years ago. She stops and … Continue reading Joy!
Sadness eats her weight in ice cream And binges for hours on Gilmore Girls Because she has no one to talk to about her feelings Besides Microsoft Word. She lies in bed awake for hours Trying to find the will to move and do something … Continue reading Sadness.
Anger speeds on the highway And finds a place to scream the words she’s kept in for days. She slams doors and falls back against the walls of her bedroom. Her hands cover her eyes and red fills her mind, Because Anger remembers everything. Every … Continue reading Anger.
Fear sits in the corner of an empty diner At 2 in the morning With her back towards the wall Staring at the door. She hasn’t slept well in weeks, And she hasn’t eaten since the sun fell down a few days ago. There is … Continue reading Fear.
I am scared of a lot of things. I used to build my clubhouse out of books Whenever I needed an escape, But my eyes still held the darkness Like an open tomb— Like a wall without a light switch, So I close my eyes … Continue reading My Found Poem.
To the teachers, writers and poets who gave me a voice. You gave me words to speak, A pencil to write, And a heart to recognize The beats and rhythms in my mind. You gave me a fresh breath for life, And made me … Continue reading My Voice.
525600 minutes, 365 days, And a year has past. In my next year I will spend 180 of those days With my students, But for the past 4 years I kept track of those days in classes Asking questions and learning about the … Continue reading 365 Days
I have something to tell you, but I’m not sure how to say it. Are you happy? I want you to be happy, But I’m not sure what to do– I feel like I’m tiptoeing around shattered glass, Picking up stray pieces, Wondering where they … Continue reading Are you Happy?
A Word to the Wise Your words are venom– The kind of venom that gets beneath the skin and spreads like a bug bite. A bee sting. The kind of feeling you get from someone repeatedly pricking every inch of your skin with a fine … Continue reading Venom