Message in a Book-Shaped Bottle
I have a purple, suede-topped book engraved with the word “journal” in all capital letters. This is the journal I
Singer-Songwriter
I have a purple, suede-topped book engraved with the word “journal” in all capital letters. This is the journal I
The other night I sat waiting in a coffee shop for a friend. The tables in this particular shop are
All you need is love, food, water, maybe aspirin as you clutch your head between sweaty palms, too nervous to
I love Love, its strangeness, its capability to stretch, expand, burst. Love plummets, dives, floats—sometimes, dotes, speaking in foreign tongues
My Valentine’s Day for this year will be quick, painless, and without romance. My day will start at 7 a.m.
In Boston, it is very cold. It rains. Rain turns to ice. Ice melts into puddles. It snows. The water
So this next, and final, portion of the Skeleton Selection (and if you are interested, Part I and Part II)
Here is the second installment of the Skeleton Selection with an on-the-spot about love and zombies (Valentine’s Day is right
As I write this, I’m sitting on a train. It is 10:28 p.m. The dark is speckled with house lights
I’ve never written a slam poem before. Never tried. Never wanted to try. But I was so impressed with my