You created me
from images long lost...

A Poet's Inventory of Assets
Ten abandoned poems printed and scattered on the...

She found a public restroom
and cried in front of the mirror...

This poem will coagulate
like blood, staining our black land...

"He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest...

Let Orpheus drown out their voice
for I am not ready to leap into the wild sea...

I've been running out of adjectives and emotions.
I choked on a subject or maybe my life has lost...

This moment framed the poppies
and the reflex of my lightness...

I am an educated fool
tearing myself in two...

If you haven't found anything you are willing to...
- Martin Luther King, Jr...

Almost Alchemy
I spread my silence over the words...

Amelie wrapped me up
in her French songs...