A lot of people have no idea that right now Y.A. (young adult). is the Garden of Eden of literature.
she braided my sister's hair with hands that smelled deep roots buried in the earth she told me the old stories how time never mattered when she died they gave me her clock
What inspires a poem for me is usually a moment.
Spiritual matters should be private.
Is revenge a circle inside of a circle inside of a circle?
If I wasn't writing poems I'd be washing my hands all the time.