My Poetry

Residency.

He will always be home. The smell of that apple-scented candle lingering through the vents of the house Shoes with muddy tongues lined up by the front door Red, hot stove burners alive on Sunday mornings Scratches and greasy fingerprints cluttering the worn porcelain bowls Battered pillows covered in drool and old make up Wrinkled… Continue reading Residency.

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A Sicilian Romance: The Clues and Cues of Colors

With the rise of the gothic genre in the 1700’s, philosopher Edmund Burke established a theory and analysis on different elements in gothic texts that drive the plot to sublimity. One of his elements he dives into is the use of lightness and darkness and its impact on readers. In literature, writers often play with… Continue reading A Sicilian Romance: The Clues and Cues of Colors

My Poetry

Dazzling

In a world full of crayons, I want to be a marker.   Bright, bold, voluptuous, and simply fading away when my time comes.   I don't want to be like a crayon-dragged around. my body and identity dismembering around me until nothing remains of me.