Poetry: Route 66

  my marrow is filching sulking towards the exit waiting to get out. it cannot be contained. a hazard that refuses to drain out. the color of blackness and a fervor of grey. neither can find their way.   Originally posted here on my AllPoetry.com account

Write Now (3?)

I’m having trouble writing again. I’ve been wasting time (in my view) by playing video games. I haven’t been productive. I don’t feel blocked per se. I can still write, but it’s mostly freewriting. I still have ideas, but no concrete movement you know? I haven’t an utter clue what’s wrong. My inclination is to […]

Peaceful Alternatives

This story was written in anticipation of a family brawl at my grandmother’s funeral. Dysfunctional families eh? But I’m happy to report that things went swimmingly. Literally it was raining like hell. Please enjoy this story and feel free to leave any type of review or comment.   Funerals are only good for one thing. Showing […]


I know, I know. I wrote about not seeking publication this year and instead focusing on the craft. But you know what I discovered? It’s okay to work on your craft and publication. Near the end of last year, I submitted some poems to my college literary magazine Savoir Faire. (I attend Bossier Parish Community College). It […]

Yours Truly

Is it black or blue? This body that used to be you What am I going to do? Here on the Earth without you? Your crooked smile. Your witch’s laugh You It’s so cliche but that saying is true. I’ll be the first to admit that I wasn’t always the best granddaughter, but I now […]

Cruel Summer

Summer is the worse for exposing foes like spring exposing the seeds summer brings in the weeds of doom the cycle continues I never thought of myself as a superstitious person, but I’ve always been analytic. A few years ago I started to notice that every summer something bad would happen to me or my […]

The Crying Game

I played with your heart I treated it like game And here I claim I never loved you like you did me I don’t know if I can stay for an entire eternity. So I found a boy that talked like you and had your ways So why did I feel like I was nothing […]

Medusa Smile

laughing babies laugh insane when they see their mother’s pain thy father wanes laughing babies will never be the same This poem was written in response to the prompt for a family portrait poem. The picture I immediately thought of when getting to write was a picture of my mother and I. I am laughing and […]