Freedom is a Stage
It was still light when I left that intersection of stories where streets and skies and spirits stopped to catch …
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Tunnel Visioned Muse
Dear Other Poets, I wish I could see the poems you’d see if you were the one sitting here, looking …
Eden
Her body of work is a forest of words. And somewhere, underneath the litterfall, slinks a viper with his name …
Spare Me Your Righteous Hypotheticals
Bring me your judgements, the ones edging your quick eyes and loaded silences, speak them, you might as well the …
The Innocuous Instrumentals
How I loved loving him like a poem I obsessively tweaked to bruised perfection how I pursued him like a …
Your Own Infinite
I love art like the air I breathe. In a world defined by boundaries, art is the loophole that makes …
Moleskine-Toting Parvati
My hands are old. They have written the universe and back twice, grown cultures of mysteries in drawers and test …
A portrait of me in words, by Ashley Laframboise
I turned 33 last New Year’s Eve. Among the greetings and well-wishes I received was this poem by friend and …
Larger than the Odes
I wanted to write you something. Something to remind you never to let them make you believe that your story …
Why Poets Need To Travel
At 36,000 feet with will and purpose cruising along a preordained path brushing against strangers and buckled-and-strapped into flights of …
