like a rain cloud, I’m dark my family has never wanted me I act happy, engaging, still I grow blacker like the charred ground after a wild fire like the black edge of a dead tooth the advice I get is to just be happy to turn the corner of my mouth up slightly still onyx clouds build on the horizon where the lightning bolt slices through, its blackest still down the street, a man stabbed his roommate to death, they where disagreeing over the rent they’d been eating chili and drinking beer before the fist pummeling and then a knife my hands are sore more often than not I look online for answers, pummeling isn’t one of them I am the average age for dying my age adds up to twelve and reduces to three the mother and mine was also sad I lie in bed at night and feel the weight of my sadness like sculpture stone I remain loyal to my family even now the forsythia is in bloom there’s a beetle on the molding in the bedroom I’m not as sad as others, I guess I’ve never tried to kill myself never collected pills just in case I decided too do the deed still my sadness disables me and I search for solace I call it intolerable predatory like a savage beast the sadness has followed me my entire life like a long black shadow a shadow shaped like my form only skinnier even on cloudy days when the light is faint its there its teeth bared bite more than once always an open wound beast returns i ignored
Those of you who know me, know that I write poetry as well as fiction and creative non-fiction. Recently, three of my poems were selec...
Mr. Trump, the President Says “Mexico’s not sending its best.” And about that wall “I’ll build the best of all.”
Again, the missing crystal comes to mind, dainty glasses so tiny that one could crush a cordial glass in the palm of the hand. I reason...