Guest Post: Abbey Escudero, First Sight of Happiness

Heart pounding, Lips beaming. Shamefaced and stammered, While walking through each other. As our hands lock, It tingles back like a poke of shock. A strike of light hits As our eyes exultantly meet. It’s a bursting silence of treasure, An atmosphere so pure As butterflies flying above For two people who found love Regina… Continue reading Guest Post: Abbey Escudero, First Sight of Happiness

Poetry Collection #4: Safe In Dreamscapes, You Can Go Far Kid, Grow Through

Safe In Dreamscapes He walked with his dad Down from Maple street To the corner store To buy franks and Bud Was a dream of course Dad died in ‘05 And the little store Ransacked in riots They crossed Terrence Bridge That Timmy jumped off Then took a left turn And saw Timmy’s dad Whose… Continue reading Poetry Collection #4: Safe In Dreamscapes, You Can Go Far Kid, Grow Through

Poetry Collection #3: How to Build Your Soul, This Little Light, Summer 2016, and Nature’s Lessons

How To Build Your Soul Take your experiences  Combine with shale and water  Add high pressure and heat it  To 2010 degrees.    Subtract your reservations  Then slowly move it from heat;  What emerges will be stone  Brittle yet strangely sturdy. This Little Light The sun’s light lies dormant In its gigantic core For a… Continue reading Poetry Collection #3: How to Build Your Soul, This Little Light, Summer 2016, and Nature’s Lessons

Rising Light

There was once within me an unconquerable umbra It wouldn’t dare capitulate against my steadied will. I would spin my wheels struggling against the shade But that only made bloom the now-perpetual inner gloom And soon there was a new overhead With the Black Hole Sun that was prophesized from the garden That promised an… Continue reading Rising Light

Poetry Collection #2: “Untitled #1”, “Move Over Sisyphus” and “Mom”

Untitled #1 A thousand miles divided us when you said “You’re my sunshine”, but I’m no sun; I am the cold, distant moon. It is only because of you, my incandescent star, That I, too, can gleam Move Over Sisyphus Tired, Unduly ragged From nights of debauchery Fueled by the bottles of liquor, Made by… Continue reading Poetry Collection #2: “Untitled #1”, “Move Over Sisyphus” and “Mom”