Phones

Phones are a drugPleasure then painNecessary but notIrresistibleIts fire quickly brings light to a dark dayBut every bzzz and scroll…

Ode to Tennis

A game that’s played on many surfacesGrass, concrete, clayA thrilling and intense sportThe crowd screaming your nameCertainly is the best…

Goldfish: Shape Poem

A flash of golden yellowswims steadily through the water with easeWeaving through the plastic seaweed and artificial rocksThe goldfish swims…

The Storm

Pshhhhh! Pshhhh! Pshhh! The rice seasoning landed on my hand as we were eating lunch. It was 11:00 a.m. on…