I have a small twitch inside of my brain, A terribly tricky and ticklish tick. A thing in itself that is quite insane; A thing in itself that is truly sick. It crawls and it slithers, it finds its way; It… Read More ›
Literary Lounge
I am Not You: In Response to “Daddy”
I am not you. I can live in this black shoe laced so tight my toes are blue. I am not you. You dug up the earth before the grass grew before the worms were even through. But I suppose… Read More ›
Prufrock’s Love Song
When the word modern is uttered, the initials T.S. come to mind. When the word poetry is mentioned, the name Eliot follows. T.S. Eliot, in a word, exemplifies what modern poetry is all about. Eliot began one of his greatest… Read More ›
In the Waiting Room
“In the Waiting Room” is a poem written by a girl reflecting on a past experience of waiting in the reception room of a dentist’s office, looking at a 1918 issue of National Geographic (noted for its articles on anthropology, nature, and… Read More ›
Morning Pages 