Category: Poetry

Some days I still resent How you handled us. And if I can even say There was anything that would define You and I. I’m…

The trumpet sounds. Her soft voice caresses my being, The bass heavy in my chest. Velvet touches my skin Feet painfully arched in tall shoes,…

When Jewish people die they Sit Shiva. For a week you go to their house, Pray, eat good food and Honor them. At sixteen my…

Ocean eyes of Blue. Waves knocking me Down, Keeping me Quiet. Unanswered questions, Lost declarations of Love I’ll never Forget. I wish you would Speak.…

Flipping through old pictures Wondering what she would say to me If she were here. I can’t decide if she would Love you or hate…