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THE FEEDING A small, green, gelatin-like blob sits unassuming A hunger begins; a hunger that is taught You are not safe until you’ve eaten it all   It begins like a very slow avalanche Absorbing all along it’s path It grows inches upon inches in mass Uneven and wobbly until it’s the size of a […]

IN TODAY’S NEWS There’s a silent monster Lurking in the spaces we don’t fill Threatening to take up house inside of us And the worry that we won’t make it  Like a flame slowly dying   We Pray   And stay away  From each other   We lock our doors Arm ourselves with weapons to

INSUFFICIENT Like a glass that is half empty Like my plate has less servings My smile is too yellow My hair too curly My body, not enough skinny Eyes not enough bright Hips not enough curvy Lips not enough kissed Not enough driven Not enough brave Not enough sweet Not enough accolades Not enough money

VULNERABLE An open wound Red, throbbing Even a little bloody Sensitive   So, you’re asking me to give you a pencil And give you a choice: press the lead tip Inside of it  Or choose not to   But if you feel like you have power now Because I’m exposed and you’re not Because you’ve

CLOISTERED A room full of faces A forest of voices And none of them seem to penetrate  None of them seem to hold you   You’re a nucleus surrounded by membrane We’re together, but we’re separate And you feel empty, still   Kisses are temporary, jobs are temporary But the self I carry every day

Summer in The Time of Corona was written as a writing challenge to prove to myself that I can complete something. Not only did I rise to the challenge, I learned a lot about myself as a person and as a writer. I don’t write a lot of poetry, but I find that poetry is my