Poem: Trying

There’s a basement in SoHo
Where she dances alone
Twirling and strung out
In front of a mirror made of stone
Watching the girl there spin
As she spins wondering to herself
Where’s that little girl been

Poem:Unappreciated Artist

Mended knees and patchy sweaters
The art of a hand that has nothing to waste
Sewing together ripped fabric and lives
Weaving together all of those threads
That really want to fray holding them

Poem: A City Dreaming of Itself

My dreamer listens
To the song of the city
That pretends it never sleeps
Calling out with the multitude
Of strangers voices in a choir
With cars and sirens and noise
Cacophonous to untrained ears
To my dreamer it’s a lullaby

Poem: Palinode to Happiness

If happiness was a person would it be mother
That vile person who filled our heads
With vile words of doubt that poison
A young mind with contempt for self
Before even knowing what self was

Poem: If Happiness Was

If happiness was a person
It would be mother
The voice of lullabies
Kisses good night
Words of encouragement
When the world seems too big