Poetry Articles

Shells tell countless tales before becoming grains of sand to make a beach, to drift into a dune, and everything we are is built upon the bones and shells crushed beneath the weight of a billion stories.

V is for Villanelle. And victory – or temporary vanquishment – over death.

It’s not just boys who are taught to hide their emotions. We all are, as if feeling anything – positive or negative – is a sign of weakness.

Poetry has always served as an aid to memorization. Maybe these little limericks will give new life to forgotten letters of the English alphabet. But I doubt it. I doubt it very much.

Social media platforms, like train platforms, have the power to bring people together from all over the world. But they can also divide us and send us hurtling in opposite directions. Mind the gap.

I remember singing “Row, row, row your boat” at the nursing home where my great-grandmother lived, thinking the lyrics “Life is but a dream” were “Life goes down the drain.” It was terrifying. I’ve never looked at old age – OR drains – the same way since.

Q is hard.