I ruined cooking—the sizzle of garlic in oil stabs like a memory.You'd peek in, sweetly grinning,telling me, "That smells awesome, Love."Now the kitchen echoeswith pots too quiet,a silence that burns worse than the flame.I ruined laundry—each tumble of shirts a cruel cycle,your scent once clinging like a vownow clings like a ghost.We dreamed aloud by... Continue Reading →
for years and years, i have met muses who sparked the flame of my slumbering poet. they made me paint through my words, dance through my prose, and sing through my poems. i have offered odes to lovers i have lost, i have sung elegies for funerals i have thrown for the pieces of my... Continue Reading →
Summary Robert Frost’s essay “The Figure a Poem Makes” talks about his own perception of how poem should be and how people should view poem. He mentions that all poems should be distinct from one another and should have wisdom that the readers can benefit from, not only to entertain them. The poem should also... Continue Reading →
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