Ode to Annelids
Here I am walking to class, bending over in my raincoat and big clunky Wellingtons, trying to balance my umbrella…
Category: Original Lit
Muddy Brixton Morning and Other Poems
Deep down it hurts, Bewildering cycles and still The dreams pulsing with the rain and the people, Distant utopias mirrored…
Purim & My Bangladeshi Friend
Not so long ago I used to commute by train from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania (where I lived) to Wilmington, Delaware (where…
Día de los Muertos
They all come for the celebration. Dead And undead alike. Their wild-eyed mask Adorning skeletons. Eating and drinking For the…
Cryptanalysis of the Enigma
there are things about myself I cannot decode here I am in the tube, Croxley, Watford, at the end of…
Choking on a Dream
I just like imagining somebody choking to the tune of Jock Jams. Is there something wrong with that? If so,…
The Only One
Ever took the stairs slowly, each step getting a bit harder than the last to hoist up her hundred-pound body.…
A Beleaguered Search
I hardly knew my old friends; nevertheless, when they said they were coming I felt obliged, from the same sense…
The Ploughman
Hoof beats echoed through the gentle rain and brought the ploughman to his senses. He sighed and let the soil…