Category: Poetry

  • Rot

    I think about things until they rot Thoughts spinning The edges catching Pulling from forgotten places Not forgotten at all It’s all there. It actively waits.…

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  • Superball

    A little black girl with purple socks runs across a green floor chasing a yellow ball. The gray haired man holding the paper doesn’t notice when…

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  • Inspired

    I used to write poetry. It started in 6th grade. Until now I couldn’t remember why I started. Rather, I hadn’t asked myself that question…

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