Rot I think about things until they rot Thoughts spinning The edges catching Pulling from forgotten places Not forgotten at all It’s… Continue reading “Rot”…
Superball A little black girl with purple socks runs across a green floor chasing a yellow ball. The gray haired man holding… Continue reading “Superball”…
Inspired I used to write poetry. It started in 6th grade. Until now I couldn’t remember why I started. Rather, I… Continue reading “Inspired”…
