valentine

Valentine

  • mister young old (portraits)

    Ever the observant was mister young-old With his camera, he takes pictures of the world Keeps them in a little book, he’d show you if you asked Portraits of people he knows, places he wishes To know one day, with enough exploration and courage   Ever the knowledgeable was mister young-old Traveling the world, gathering…

  • my room

    My room is getting rid of me Trying to at least The light went out The covers ripped Keep tripping over things   I think I myself am ready to leave I don’t have a choice The wide open space feels so cramped the silence, the vacant, the void   My room is getting rid…

  • an old young woman thinks about time

    I forget that we’re young That everything before us we haven’t touched That the future isn’t over for us Yet   The news makes me forget We all have to look so old And so brave To be heard by those whose time Is ticking Ticking Away   My reflection makes me forget I feel…

  • The Rising Wednesday Sun

    For the past three years, I have been part of an incredible writing program, Girls Write Now. As my time with the program comes to a close, I would like to share my final project as part of the Digital Media Mentoring program’s 2019 digital anthology. Here is my final project, a three-part poem under…

  • villains

    There’s a silly thing that happens When you make stories of each person you meet. Every so often, your brain conjures a villain. I am only a girl I make up worlds in my head. I can tell you a story The one I made of you I’ll tell you the one you’d like to…

  • i lost my marbles

    I lost my marbles I threw them all about my floor Out of boredom I am lonely Only A lonely girl I make up worlds in my head I can tell you a story The story I made for you The story I made of you I’ll tell you the one you would like to…

  • The Weary Traveler’s Nightmare

    after forever and forever and forever and a day, I finally finished this song and video and I am very excited to present it to you. Enjoy!

  • Memories of a Potato

    This is a combination of a memoir and a song (finally one I’m making public) and here it is:

  • to drown

    erasure poetry of someone who once wished to be a mermaid. enjoy.   http://philome.la/thewritersquil/to-drown

  • The Arts

    While I was working on my mockumentary, I was not feeling well on one Saturday and decided to rewrite the whole thing. This is what came out of that—a script about how sometimes some arts are treated differently than others. The Arts