He talks like the boys from the books I read. Like a varsity guy, With a passion high, Trying to impress a little, But doesn’t want to...

Stretching silences of conversations, From cities to states, Forgetting faces and alliances, As the time fades. The photos remain still,...

What you feel, In nights like these, To talk to someone, You might like this; To listen to your voice, Sleepy, groggy, tired, Even when...

I’ve been reading too many poems written by poets who are heartbroken in love. Each poem I read I’d either too sad for me or too...