Caves and Mazes
stalagmite or stalactite–you remind me the differencewe traverse blunt rocks and dripping cold water, a dark and windy maze: one foot in front of the otherno road sign, but we trust each other I wrote this poem for the We’ave Written Weekly prompt #194, which was provided by Nolcha Fox. The prompt asks us to…
Keep readingZombification
They gaslit us, setting smoke streams of lies polished with name-calling and hypocrisy,the facts of lost reality obscured.Thousands forget to think,forget even how to be,discard their humanity,zombiefied,lifeless and blindlistening to those braiding fiery rumors into half-truthsand cruelty they no longer bother to hide.Lost ones become ghosts,staring into their screens,asking robots what they should think,and who…
Keep readingCheers to 2026
I’ve gone back and forth on setting resolutions over the years. On the plus side, I find it helpful to hold myself accountable to certain goals. On the negative side, I usually forget about my resolutions a few weeks into the new year. 😅 I’m indecisive and open-minded, which causes me to flip-flop on the…
Keep reading6th Cancerversary
The world spinsas a beeping sound echoes around me–alien warfare or the distant hums of a submarine, I imagine.I feel myself falling through space,all around me is dark,both claustrophobic and endless,a humming contradiction.I must remain completely still,arms locked overhead, face pressed downward:frozen in time in a placewhere time doesn’t existexcept for memories of all the…
Keep readingCaffeinated Chipmunk
Hints of nutmeg and chocolate whisper across the room, warming up the morning gloom, wafting slowly, the aromas bloom. The cup I poured casts a satisfying warmth,the delectable mocha I adore.Eyes closed with expectation,a mug wrapped in anticipation.Then, my joy crushed by squealing surprise: a critter slurps the treat before my eyes! Note: image is…
Keep readingDiscarded
I sit here amongst the broken pencils, crinkled post-its, and abandoned erasers. We live untouched and awkwardly perched, unused and possibly forgotten. My jaw is disjointed and my alignment botched, my blue paint graying in this dusty twilit corner. My staples no longer fit, little metal sparkles lodged in edges of our desk drawer home,…
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