Poetry

  Owning Our Scars we walk into the world unblemished, but we soon find that the world lashes out. not a life passes in which a cut is not felt–…

Dry I am shriveling. Drip, drip, drip. There used to be a river of water coursing through my veins. Where did it go? I am not even thirsty. I walk…

Note: See an updated version of this poem, along with a video performance, here. Growing up, I used to have this image. An image society placed in my mind, which grew…

The Weight It starts as a sort of hollow feeling in the pit of your stomach And spreads throughout your mind and body. Then it’s above your head, crushing you…

When We Were Young When we were young, We swung on swings and kicked our feet out into the stars. We simply jumped, jumped out into the deep blue of…

  I Feel Bleak I feel bleak. Bleak like a naked branch in the middle of winter’s frost. So bare, so dead-looking, in the middle of night’s coldness. I wonder.…