An ekphrastic poem, inspired by the photo I shot outside of VALA Art Center on September 16th. I see right through me in that photograph The woman in the picture on the wall doesn’t know I’m there doesn’t care She’s waiting for someone who isn’t me (25 September 2016)
Eleventh poem of the day. I followed the prompt, which was to write a poem from the point of view of someone without a home. Where is there left to go when you’re neither neither nor nor? When you’re not allowed a name only a label? When you’re defined by what you (don’t) have instead of who you [...]
