previously published poetry
and alliteration, no less!
Half the Sky:
© 2017
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5 Short Poems About Fear
Briana is afraid of the number “7”.
When she wants to order a pizza,
she calls her friend
whose number has no sevens
♦
Tom is afraid of people
In white, button-down shirts.
Damn it!
They are everywhere.
♦
Sophie is afraid of going insane,
and it is making her
Crazy.
♦
Bryan is afraid of his own thoughts,
but he cannot turn them off
(there’s no switch for that).
They are always with him.
♦
Katrina was so afraid of dying
that she never got to
Live.
©2016
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“Blood”
Blood meant that someone would kiss my owie and give me a band-aid.
Blood meant that a shiny nickel and a new tooth were coming.
Blood meant that my nose was once again my enemy, embarrassing me at the most awkward of moments.
Blood meant that I had miscalculated on the monkey bars and my knees had paid the price.
Blood meant a note on blue paper and a trip to the nurse’s office.
Blood meant that I was no longer a child.
Blood meant that someone had switched out the dull razor with a brand new one and didn’t bother to tell me.
Blood meant that I would need at least six Motrin that day.
Blood meant that my body could incubate life.
Blood meant that I was not safe, not even in my own home.
Blood meant another month of being unsuccessful, like a very tiny death.
Blood meant another chance to try again.
Blood meant a miracle.
Blood meant ten thousand and one reasons to be grateful.
Blood meant the fragility of life, hanging by a thread.
Blood meant endless days of bed rest, longing just to take a shower.
Blood meant that my margins had opened to release the life inside.
Blood meant that you were finally here.
Blood means that I will kiss your owie and give you a band-aid.
©2015
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©2017
They had an inspirational quote here! How novel!
