Fredirick is a lonely boy who always stays inside his home. He does not like hugs and kisses from his mom. “Yuck,” he says when given one.
He also doesn’t like to go out with his dad. “Nope,” he says when his father asks.
Dad...
They say that when you put your ear next to a seashell, you can hear the ocean. That you can hear the waves crashing on the sand, the ripples on the sea’s face lapping against each other like conscientious neighbors, and above the...
Do not catchA butterfly With your hands,Especially not
A white oneEven with itsEver so slightStreaks of black.
You might Damage itsDelicate wingsAnd it can
Never fly again.Catch it, rather,With a cameraOr even just
Your mind’s eyeRemembering itThrough your ownMetamorphosis
Into a livingShining beingClothed in whiteLinen like Someone
We all know.
There are many stories in man’s remembering. Some say they are spun by an old woman who lives hidden from the sun’s rising and setting. The words she steals from the whisperings of leaves whose trees have never seen a forest nor known...
Is love visceral? Is love political?We elect emotions as tyrantsDictating the rest of our historyWhile I hold your hands gentlyWalking down the parliamentOf desire throbbing inside.Do you still believe in democracyOr are we doomed to fiasco?Listen to the waves inside my chestAs if...