Poetry

The whirring of a thousand bees, the squeals of children— it’s deafening. Bare feet slap…

Rage Black as a starless night Happens when centurions of justice fall Sounds like the…

—was nothing but pain in the esteemed eye of justice in the heavens they reined…

Birds of a feather, they sing together, Calling the onslaught of pain, strain, and gain,…

Under the first blossoms, my love did shine Through fissures of branches, the sky so…

Your eyes—shriveled and gray. A husk Of past fortunes and fortitude. Hollow And withered from…

Invisible glass May fate come to pass Like sand, An impeccable mass Stories once told…

That warm summer day when I saw you On your knees down in the roses.…

See the house on that hill, beneath the inked letters of past memories, happiness built?…

Blue—Columbia Blue. What blue is that indeed? Perhaps it is the blue of skies, the…