#68: The Bike

No, I never learned how to ride a bike. I failed at pretty much every attempt, and after repeated failures and my father's growing impatience with me, I resigned myself from ever learning how to ride. It made my childhood feel a bit like I'm missing out on something, because as an adult, it is … Continue reading #68: The Bike

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Happy birthday to me, Still writing on WordPress @ 24 Celebrating birthdays on Facebook @ 24 Sharing memes on Twitter @ 24 Twenty-four hours a day Learning to write poetry again, learning To organize my thoughts better, learning To use the English language Better At least better than before Learning how to ride a bike … Continue reading 24

Flake

Yes, I'm gonna flake this one out Not sure of the words To say to make you feel Less angry But tonight my cramps And sadnesses Assault my defenses, Crunching inward (Twig sounds in the foreground) And Anthony can't, won't stop The paralysis from following this Sarcophagus sinking Deeper into the ruins And deeper Into … Continue reading Flake

Shoebox

Sometimes the most challenging part of my day is fitting my thoughts into a shoebox by the closet before I fall asleep. You don’t start thinking until your shoes are on, Ms. Crawford, my sixth-grade gym teacher, would say. She would complain to us when Richie wore flip-flops to class. “Weren’t you in class last … Continue reading Shoebox