What Should Be
Depression is not always darkness.Sometimes it’s padded-room whitenessthe brightness of claustrophobic conversationsindivisibly linked, infinite shards and chips,an overwhelming push toward cleavers of polite.
Why don’t you ask me how I’m...
Little Creatures
The teacher who looked ancientto her circle of first gradersleaned forward and explained
that the typical lightning bugwas simply the twinklein an angel’s eye,...
Raised architecture of gold leaf
Time-gone smoke darkened
the possible reflection. Museum light shadows continue
to tweak the narrative.
Gold demands candlelight.
Or maybe candlelight demands...
I Want Better
I want better.
I find this double mindedness debilitatingAnd I am hating the outcomes that I see
I want to flee from realityBecause of...
Bold City Rats
this is the dreamscapeour delusive contentment
the afterglow and the roachthe street sweepersthe skin scratchersand the dope
we are the rats in the trash...
Editor's note: This poem was a finalist in the the 2021 Gaithersburg Festival Youth Poetry Contest.
The Rain of Today
The sputter of raindropson the steel...
This article was selected as the winner of the 2017 DC Student Arts Journalism Challenge, an annual competition designed to identify and support talented young...
My father, tangled in the height of adolescence,
wept outside Old Saint Paul’s Church as spring died,
reading Desiderata. The poem lay inscribed
in rock at the...