Little boats are not supposed to hold glass screens that reflect an atmosphere of shifting humors but I sit and stare at a little glass square that cannot hold the moon with silver dust and then nothing a...

Color devoid from vision White glares, relentless Sentiments cease to flow   Creativity exiled in the vast expanses of the maze that the tissue inside my head became so long ago   ...

I wondered when I would be opened, when my letters would be renewed. And my thoughts often wondered to a dark place, where there were no bounds, no borders, no grounds, where there are pictures...

Red tastes like fire. Gray sounds raspy. Green feels smooth. Purple smells like feet. But blue, blue just looks blue.   We can see colors but we cannot taste them. We can see...

From a leadoff cry to the giggles followed by, From a chaotic mess to a calming lullaby, From the first glimpse to the endless sights, From the promising grounds to wishful heights, From best to wo...

After that moment between Me being with him and me being by myself is over, I am finally able to smile.   I look at myself in the mirror and think about the seats of his truck And how...

Why does a honeybee fly? Perhaps only to feed on the nectar of orchids, or to dance a dance of thoughtfulness with the tulips. Maybe because flightlessness is most fearful.     Wh...

Swirling in nothingness seemingly silent yet screaming with noise Down here death bells toll damning those who dared to defy Always searching for the way following the sounds of presumed safety Nothing is ...

This poem is a poem in which I drown, in which my lungs fill with ev’ry verb and noun They all start as something else and end like this, start with sweet, soft stuff and end with the abyss like...

Cell phones have evolved since their creation over forty years ago and have become a major part in the life of an average American. With the advancements in technology, cell phones have morphed into a...