Poems from Braxton Shelton-Epps
Microwave generation,stand up, and gently place the touch screen glued to your palm on the coffee table nearest you, beside the remote...
I write to silence the incessant rambling of the voices both within my head and out.
See, these voices, they established themselves whilst...
This too shall pass. And soon tomorrow itself will be shrouded in nostalgia. When the tassels become momentos, the memories will maintain...
I said I'd write a poem.
Yet, the thoughts that previously meandered
frivolously through my mind have abandoned
me, only to climb using my...
Shorter winter breaks. Longer summer nights. Longer the list of things that'll kill you, no wonder some fear time. Invincible it is. You...