The Caffeinated Queen

She shook hands with the men in ties And her fingers shook over the corners of her papers. Her hair was mostly done Just as her trousers mostly fit. She lived in the county but spent her days clacking on the cement Of the city’s dance floor. The lights, the shopping, the glamour: All something…

Hiatus

Though this is primarily my poetry blog, it started off as a personal blog, so I feel validated enough to write some of my thoughts down here. So I haven’t been posting a lot. Well… I haven’t been writing a lot. And there are a number of reasons why. I study English Literature and Creative…

Briefcase Blues and Moonlight (lovers are impractical things)

Lovers are impractical things. Your sunglasses rattle as the tires screech across long stretches of concrete. The sun only sets when it is exhausted, and so you sweat in its fervent heat until it vanishes beyond the horizon. The moon shrieks at midnight, and it fights for your affection – the nocturnal, exaggerated love you…

Industrial Revolution

Something’s steaming inside of me. Some sort of excitement for things I’ve never known before. I miss what I haven’t met. I’ve dreamed of things that haven’t been yet. I’m a building in New York looking down at every rising business, every China town. I am burning like the lights, burning brighter, actually. I can’t…