PAD 3 2015

We are standing in the precipice, watching
dark clouds roil
thunder makes spontaneous connections with the earth
and all we can do is secure ourselves
latch ourselves to life
and survive.

National Poetry Month - Day 2

Shadows sleep awkwardly across his face
timid of daylight or another day breaking
silently; he shelters himself in polos and chucks
uses his backpack as a shield.

His peers are dragons

and he is no St. George; not fireproof or tested.
His skin is paper and they watch him crumbling
fraying at the edges, transparent in the center.



So I can say that I wrote this because all the headlines right now about bullying...