A girl whose father makes the dark unsafe tries to find normality in the light.
Contrasting the pain and the dignity of aging. “Working and sweating in the afternoon sun, | Old man joints aching and creaking, | Dust floating up and onto his old jeans…”
Forgetfulness is “a pool of quicksand, without depth | Swirling in a rapid and ceaseless vortex.”
A delicate and poignant lament for a world in need of peace.
A short poem painting the image of a man casually waving at fading stars.
“Every day I return a little less of me | A little more of them.”
An image, a narrative, and the first person.
A short story on race packed with both symbolism and thematic depth.
A short poem discussing opposites with a memorable last stanza.
A long stare at a sea of people.