While sitting in meditation in a room full of strangers, I found the quiet to cast this poem.
An erasure poem, adapted from a passage in The Bookmaking Habits of Select Species, a short story by Ken Liu in his book "The Paper Menagerie."
Who said queerness is a spectrum...?
Celebrating the last few rays of summer
Summer bubbles shimmer then explode, casting their soapy perfume through the sunfragrant air...
Across space and time...
Another poem in a series of shorter pieces. A mini moment of reflection...
The first of a series of short poems.
I died my hair platinum blonde. I didn’t expect it to be the finishing touch to my alien armor.
An anxiety poem. Written at 7AM in the morning after gasping awake with dread. I drafted this frantically on a napkin to find release during an intense period of pressure and external stress.
An experimental piece. Written after meeting a friend whose personality turned out to be just like a cat's. She ended up turning on me, like some felines are prone to do; but that's another story for another time.