Poetry

/You find me on the steps, knees bent, all my promises having shattered on my tongue. Bless me, Father, for

Mother i am your daughter    from our hunched shoulders to our furrowed brows  i am your daughter from our

Though I falter at your touch, I nonetheless remember: What is brightness without the shadow that follows it,  forlorn and

Tonight’s trick won’t surprise you It’s been over a century since she’s made her debut. Aquarium-like glass pens, many have

Calliope   Voice like a salved bruise,    I sing atop the heavens,    Chanting a sweet breeze    Agalope

  Tell him, O Muses, of how I toiled and longed for thousands of days. Awaiting a battered figure, a