welcome to my world

my last teen summer has sprinted its way into fall, kicking the leaves into a flurry of bittersweet memories. i wrote poems, but they...

twinkle arrived early in the morning, a tiny greyish cat dancing over the roofs of Berawa with a kitten hanging from her mouth. as my...

“Don’t worry, I won't fall in love.” I’ll accept the little titbits of affection, those you have left over, yank them out of you, yearn...

“what peace do you find here when you walk these fields alone?” the question hung thick in the air. unsure who had asked, the little boy...

a boy laying bricks with his father; they stood sweltering under the glaring sun, son silently handed bricks over, laid them in the...

sitting numbly next to those who once swallowed me whole, feasted like vultures on my soul, then spit me out onto a cold lonely road–...

and to what effects does the poet use apologia laced with emotion to deny she ever tightened ropes around her beloved’s neck? analyse the...

there's a tree outside my house, tall and unwavering.

however, this love you seem to claim was never really yours to take;

i was told i'm the type of person who needs to learn how to be alone. mocked for craving a warm body to hide behind. and at first i...

it’s as if we’re in a time warp, driving down endlessly winding roads flanked by fairytale forests that flicker with shadows bathed in...

i trace hearts on your bare back, connect the dots that scar you, begging the sky to blind me to the resolution i see in your eyes –

i look for signs from the universe, such stupid things like dandelions dotted with ladybugs, or three rainbows in a row

i don’t want to write down every thought that flutters in and builds a nest between my ears — it would be like writing a contract; a lease

i’d like to think of you as a streak of sunlight battling its way through of dark, angry clouds;

where will you be?

Слава Україні! Slava Ukrayini!

it feels as though nothing else exists up above these clouds; where the sun dances with the moon, kisses her craters one by one— leaves...

i wrote myself a letter, not too long ago.

how far down can i dive under the treacherous cotton waves that my bedspread has become?