Down by the Cliffs

There’s a beach a few blocks away that I go to sometimes to run or walk, or just to hear…

Tips for a Budding Poet

“to sell poems nowadays….

All I want is my words, one day, to venture into the ears and eyes of a boy like me, because…

Writing a poem is sometimes like extracting a tooth without anesthesia, but other times it’s like watching a feather float…

The moon greets those who’ve been deemed the sodden, the downtrodden, the misplaced, the pilferers, the liars, the cheats, the…

A spoonful of sunlight streaming in through rotten curtains; beams mingling; beams blinding pleasantly; that smell unique to each person…

I’m no good at writing love poems, my heart just isn’t into it.

I couldn’t go 12 rounds with some amateur boxer without running out of steam and getting knocked on my ass……

You ever look in the mirror with your hair done up and teeth brushed and freshly shaved but you know…

Imagine you’re in a big room filled with every person you’ve ever known. All of them are mannequins staring at…

Run like Jay does here, with some reckless abandon. Enjoy innocence

Walking past these rows of pastel houses makes me wonder as I take step after step after step if the…