Category: poems

Queen

someone sprayed ‘king’ on the side of my electricity box i still think about it when i clean the car dad said i was cleaning the car when it happened i place my hand on the box when we pass it a force of habit the symbol of life after death where my bike came […]

Howl

it rains all day
we call it poetry
as we soak in it
marching for
our mother

Nowhere

you cry
on the one three six
to nowhere

and it is painful
and raw
and breathtakingly
beautiful