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2019 Poetry

Poem: Rain Dance

Water showers the back streets. Drip, drop, drip. On facades of brick houses perch lanterns glowing with artificial flame. There might be love behind those walls, but I wouldn’t know, nor do I care. Love exists in different ways. I love the rain. I love how the colors run on the thoroughfare. Reds mix with […]

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2018 Poetry

Poem: Subtext

Was there subtext to what you said? Or was it all in my head? We sneak glances across the room but I can’t tell if you want something more with me. I can never discern these things correctly. Well, a piper picked some peppers while I pick people that put their heart with others. There’s […]

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2018 Anxiety Poetry

Poem: New Normal

Explosions burst through my chest like cannonballs kick up dirt on the battlefield. This is my constant now; I’ve long since given up on trying to love somebody. The electricity running up and down my arms is oddly comforting— a reminder that I’m alive and a conductor of something. Breaths used to come easily, until […]

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2018 Poetry The Real World

Poem: City Life

“If I just leave early enough, I can beat everyone into Boston,” I say. It is 6:30 in the morning, and the interstate is already gridlocked. Everyone else had the same idea. The sun has barely risen above the horizon, but it is enough light to see people putting on makeup, to eat a fast […]

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2018 Poetry The Real World

Poem: Epitome

April is National Poetry Month. This is one of the pieces I wrote in April 2018 to celebrate the occasion, the first one since I started writing poetry in November 2017.   I keep going and going and going. Nothing will stop me; not even the pins and needles in my arms and the lack of […]

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2018 Poetry The Real World

Poem: Jigsaw Puzzle Life

I’m living a jigsaw puzzle life. Pieces of me lie scattered all across the table: a like here, a pet peeve there, a hobby across the plane. I’m not sure how they all fit together, and there’s no picture on the box to show what I’m supposed to look like. I wish there were; living […]