A Strange Contraption

This poem is in response to using one of these babies for the first time: we stand in our socks a teapot filled with steaming water that has yet to enter our bellies the shiny metallic pot where the mahogany grains delicately sink to     the           bottom strange contraption a light casting shadows on […]

Summer Throwback

I wrote this during a free-write in my first college English class. My professor encouraged us to write in a stream-of-consciousness style, without pausing to think. Hence, the fragmented sentences and confusing train of thought at some parts. The topic my professor gave us was, “One moment from summer.” __________________________________________________________________________________________ One moment from summer… right […]