The Art Car
#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...
A poem about growing up in California.
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...
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...
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...