lemonade stand (a poem)

  look at you, your bones are hollowing out skin crumpling like wet cardboard sallow yellow veins stale running on evaporated waste                                                    where is the zest        … Continue reading lemonade stand (a poem)

Blade Dancer (a poem)

don’t tell her what to think don’t tell her how to move. put your hands on me here, and put your mind elsewhere no- No! paper girls crumble at the touch, but ashes cannot be burned, and she she has been forged in a fire more devastating than your small ways can fathom. She has… Continue reading Blade Dancer (a poem)

Slam Poetry Tournament Prep!

Recently, I tried out for my school's slam poetry team.  I hadn't even known that our school had a slam poetry team until the very last day of tryouts, so you can imagine that I was a little bit frantic.  At lunch, I ran to the room that someone had told me the tryouts were being held… Continue reading Slam Poetry Tournament Prep!