#neverforget, a poem about September 11th.

Running Like a Maniac (From a Maniac) My eyes are pulled back tight like a black lab running toward the 80-year-old neighbor. Can’t save her The dog was a ma...

A poem about growing up in California.

The Tree…… Black and green strobe light Of sunshine and wind Offering all it has to give Just to share your company

You must be like one of us To be one of us- But you can't, You are weird. You don't shave your legs; Your jeans have no tag- Of course not, You are weird. Wh...

I am in a dream made of oranges and sunshine; I barely remember the snowflake’s design: She gave a reason for changes and moonlight; and clearly September wa...

I gaze across the land-locked fields -my mind takes me to the sea. The cows replaced with sea lions perched on rocks in memories. The far-off hills are ocean...