Poems from csb
I mourn my ignorance
I grieve it almost as much as
the news
of the parasite in your breast:
The life bringing death
just opposite your...
When I frame my future
I look and
I see myself
writing the way I see the world as I travel and
exploring the places I've only ever read...
On Easter, a day
thousands of years old,
traditions have changed
but the story’s retold.
From Eastern festivals
to Christian new life,
to...
Is this how the poets do it?
Do they too feel more than most?
Is there a certain way to write
That can get it all out and
make it okay?...
Money does not meanAmount of affection yetReminds me you see