Tree
Old and brittle fingers
jutting up
looking for life and youth
prickly yet sweet
Images
The Paradise of Hope
Death becomes integral to life. That’s why we live it.
Beeline
Here’s To Earth Day, Don’t Forget to Do Something For Mother Nature!
Hmm…
To be blonde or not to be
That
is the question?
Philly Story #90: Jesus Walks
And to think that I saw it on seventeenth street
And to think that I saw it on seventeenth street
There’s a guy all bloodied from his head to his feet
Walking cross Market, not quite so discreet
Is that a crown of thorns in his hair?
Re-enactment of liberation and despair
Ah. I guess that means Easter is near
Cause there goes the Christian crucifixion fleet in a heat
And to think that I saw it on seventeenth street
The Knockout
i kneel to God
he knows i pray
because im going to
lay a man out
today
i can’t help it he was in my way
to greatness
Sleepless
what to do when the poet cannot sleep…so i take paper to pen and jot down notes of legend, incept a concept so perplex that it alters my perception
Space
Unfamiliar spaces produce unfamiliar faces with hollow glances in foreign places
I’ve never been here
A stranger in my own mind, rewind, who let all these people in
Reverie’s latchkey
has been broken
Poetry Month Kick Off!!
In celebration of poetry month, here’s to all the students who systematically trumped education to become beautifully obnoxious artists with poignantly deep yet childish comic strips in Bill Watterson’s footsteps.
Cities of You (System #6, Visit #1: Vumaaste) by Brian Foo
“The thread between father and daughter is violet, with hues of extravagance when the violet is saturated, frustration when darkened, and magic when brightened. The thread between mother and son is red, with moments of strength when ignited, danger when flickered, and desire when cooled.”
The Poetry Corner 