Poems from lowercase

Ram
I spot The Ram across the gorge And my heart beats into my ears. I want to stretch my hand out and reach and reach But I hesitate. There's...
I don't feel real. Am I a ghost? It’s cold but I don't shiver. When the heat rises is when I tremble. What I see looks like video. I am a...
The window is never seen unless it's dirty.
I am someone   Who is a resident of my head Turning the key to my door Ignoring my upstairs neighbor looming above me, Named dread.   I...
My walls used to be smooth Easy to tape my art up for display. These ones are textured and rough and no one Sees me anymore.  

Pages