Looking ahead to the summer and Fall 2023 semester is intimidating but exciting! Don’t forget to live in the moment, learn all you can, and try to have fun in the process!



Looking ahead to the summer and Fall 2023 semester is intimidating but exciting! Don’t forget to live in the moment, learn all you can, and try to have fun in the process!



My Secret
You said my secret
was safe
in your locked box
made of rib bones
You said you bundled it up
in a cream-colored cloth
and tied it with string
so the pieces wouldn’t fall out
You said when you heard it
you took a key to your mouth
twisted it shut
and swallowed
Because there are listening ears
and sly fingers
there to consume
The secret that floats in my face
foaming from your mouth
between us and everyone
Where are the promises
the bond in the box
the oath tied with string
In the air with everything else
that you said was safe
in your locked box
made of rib bones
Pathological
A gun to his heart
a bullet struck a rib on its way
to the living room wall
I knew a boy
struck by lightening in the third grade
and again in the fourth
In April my legs gave way
like a rainy day
I tumbled down the cliffside
I suspect she killed her husband
last autumn, in the evening
I heard crunching
A beam of light
cut through the tree line
and took the cow across the pier
I was birthed speaking
syllabic sentences
and passionate paragraphs
My first words were,
“Don’t trust a thing,”
because it’s pathological, I promise
All of It
I’ve got you
Don’t look down
at the enormity of it all
at everything to do
at everything you might not do
at everything you don’t want to do
at all the things you regret
at all the things you don’t
the mistakes
the failures
the greatest fears
the mortifying moments
and painful memories
that don’t dull like they should
in the cracks
of your deepest insecurities
where lies the secrets
I hold them too
Don’t look down
I’ve got you
New Perfume, Same Promises
That ring was a symbol
unity on my finger
All the times you said you loved me
words of undying truth
Quiet moments in the mornings
holding me in your arms
laughing by the fire
gazing at the sun turning amber
then a mellowed purple
Did you mean it when you slid
it on my finger
called me yours
promised me forever?
I thought we fit
like jigsaw grooves
but in your bed is another
and I can’t stand their perfume
I despise you.
What’s worse than false promises
the I love you’s
and blood diamonds
Are the promises you make
to that woman with her perfume
Trust is pivotally important in relationships and in life. Cherish and protect it in yourself, and be cautious of others.


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