Poetry

when I watch you wrapped up like garbage sitting, surrounded by the smell of too old potato peels or
when I watch you in your old man’s shoes with the little toe cut out

She dances with the sun at the dawn of each day  To take care of the world I kicked a tree once  and she made me apologize.  Trees have feelings, too.   That’s the day I saw nature bleed  A day I will never forget.  Save the rain in buckets at a time  The rain is… Continue reading Rainwater

when I watch you wrapped up like garbage sitting, surrounded by the smell  of too old potato peels or when I watch you in your old man’s shoes with the little toe cut out sitting, waiting for your mind like next week’s grocery i say when I watch you you wet brown bag of a… Continue reading Untitled

They who saw the sun first
have seen a hundred
years’ suns, a million moons.
They know what it’s like
to watch the sun they know
rise above a world they don’t
—a foreign Earth not at all
like the one whose soil
they soaked with tears sprung
from a generations’ worth
of cries.