I was asked by The Polaris Project to contribute a poem with a prompt that was submitted by members and followers. This was the poem I put together, Dark Night, from the prompt given by Olivia Solomon and read by Mandy Cruz.
it's pretty, the lightning, how the darkness is ripped apart by the sudden brilliance and then comes the rolling, growling, reverberation in the sky and we dance in the heaviness of all the metaphors that we attribute to the rain and we chase storms as if we didn't know the rain would drown us…Read more chasing storms
each time I walk through the threshold of your place the world outside gets smaller so small like physically compress that the seas crash into each other and the continents reform Pangaea and everyone can visit anyone in the world just by walking but I wouldn't go and visit anyone because in your…Read more the smaller world
It got colder on the first week of March, like the sun had somehow retreated back into the darkness of space and the Earth just suddenly shuddered at the ghosting. Could it do that, though, the sun? Just walk off because this blue planet isn't so blue anymore? Who wrote the rules of gravity anyway?…Read more Blue (a poem draft)
Flipreads, my publisher, folded this year and for a while now my e-book Remnants was not available online. I'm not yet very savvy on the backend side of self-publishing and I didn't know how to make it available but I was told that the sister company, Flipside Digital Content, would still make the book available…Read more Remnants is available online again
The water running out of the faucet cannot be grasped. The air embraces you but you cannot embrace it in return. A light beam's journey can be obstructed by your hand, creating shadows but you cannot take it with you. Sitting on the floor, legs crossed over each other, and my hand on my phone taking…Read more abstract (first draft)