Poems from jcantr26
My teacher once told me
he was 'in the winter of life'.
And how beautifully tragic it seemed at first
that we are all seasons.
That each...
A viper can choose, consciously,
how much venom to release
with each encounter, as if
he knows which birthdays to forget
and which...
In nineteen and sixty-two,
heads that were filled with sharp numbers, formulas,
an abundance of calculated self confidence,
violent...
Before I learned to think in her critical voice,
Before I stopped eating in front of my boyfriends family,Before I thought of myself as the...
when my mother sprained her wrist,she told me, “it’s like lying on the bathroom floor
while the world goes black.
all you can do is cry....