Her golden fleece does shimmer in the lightA song of joy with drooping doggy faceFor Mele is a song of pure delightShe greets us at…
Posts published in “Literary”
visions of spring
on a cold and dreary day in February, I consider the days to come,how I will revel in the whisper-light breath of cool air on…
Rhapsody
Walk with meAlong the thin breaking horizonWalk with meTill the sun dimsWalk with meWhile our shadows fall unfurldown across the landWe are cowboys inyour dreamingWarriors…
The Violin
In the autumn, the trees in the family’s yard would shed their leaves, covering the ground with a collage of reds, oranges, and yellows that…
at dawn we’ll ascend
This horizon holds its breathand so do I Her sun, sinking below an apricot sky,peers over the sea-blue cape of her shoulderand looks at me,…
Learning the Year by Heart, by Haiku
Autumn Letting go still aches Hands open, leaves touch the ground, Love learns how to fall. Winter Cold keeps every truth, Hope held quiet in…
When sick
You must knowThere will be both positives and negatives The positives stem from you not going to school. The negatives stem from you not going…
honeydew & blueberries
Tell me my body can tell timeHours stretching like fabric over my hipsHoneydew skin peeled and ground into sandThat falls along my shoulders And when…
Mooneater, August 2025
Alone, and safe. It’s been a long day. Yet, my body is strangely without ail, and I have little need for dumb shoes up here.…
सर्दी (Sardee)
White Snow,White Ice,Come as strong winds blow,Though cold earth sufficeBleak Skies,Bleak Air,As heaven cries,And flakes fall fair,Frozen Lake,Frozen Wing,Though we fine hopes makeIn the yesterdays…
eternity
why fear ending thingsthe universe is a wheeland things come again
Black Knight
Behold! O’ lost soul,The finest Cavalier,Who has so many lives stole,And spread such death and fear,Behold its ebon armor,And ‘low its carmine steed,And on it…
1/25/26
At a certain point, you will lower your head to the pen.There will be a man speaking to the world as you write. It is…
Red Brick Walls
Do I remember this place? There are holes in my sightWhere I know ghosts still perchSitting on beanbags orcriss-crossed on the floor Still, my fingertips…
Exodus
There is a light that soothesan easy lie does the samePart seas of sicknessNo sister sings of victoryI’ll make myself a graven imageWorship pearls and…
She Sells Seashells
Content warning: death. She sells seashells by the sea shore. The sky is still dark and the beach is quiet. Only a faint light and…
Raspberries
a little hatfor my pinky fingeror a thick blanketfor a chocolate chipthe color of love and rosesand hatred and bloodand my tongue I want to…
Bliss
I learned blissbefore I learned its name. It smelled like brineand damp earth,coffee warming my handsa quiet that didn’t askto be filled. It lived where…
The Kid Who Kept Trying
There once was a kid in a class,Who worried he couldn’t quite pass,So he studied each day,And it paid off his way,Now he walks in…
Stair Steps
You can thrive. So on the next step, Now step to improve, Then a step to retry, One step to fail, One step to strive,One…
Learn and Improve
Listen when life gets loud,Even mistakes can teach you,Ask questions, even when your voice shakes,Reach out to learn, not just for grades,New growth comes after…
Garden
Life is a gardenWe need to cultivate andgrow to our fullest
W. Seneca St.
Content warning: violence. Laughing, they assess the value of my ribs, broken and whole,Hover over my neck to watch me wince.How they pity the creature…
Applesauce
Content warning: self-harm. When I wash myself, the dirt seeps into my blood. When I bleed myself- my scars form mountains and rivers.Rise and run…
Live Music Is Not Dead: The Teens of Ithaca Play at Angry Mom Records
I think I’ve found the best way to spend a Friday evening: sitting cross-legged on the linoleum floors of Angry Mom Records on the Commons,…
Valentine’s Day
This dayIs about Love Right? That’s what I thinkThat’s why there are hearts That’s why there are flowers Right? But what if you don’t have…
Morning Chores
The cows meet me before the sun does,steam rising from their backslike the day hasn’t decided yetwhat it will become. They are curious creatures,noses pressed…
