Writing, Poetry, Prose Peace, Be Still This is a poem I wrote while I was in prison and facing a particularly difficult moment. I wrote it over the course of two days. The first day I was despairing but on the second day, I had found peace. The context is Mark 1: 35-41.
Mother Earth Hope Springing It's never the cold cruelty of winter that moves us to stand tall but the gentle breath of spring rising, valiant despite it all.
Writing, Poetry, Prose Depression I wrote this poem to help me battle depression. Sometimes in the process of writing, I am able to garner strength to battle the demons in my mind.
Reflection Privilege This is something I wrote during a bout of insomnia. I was lying in bed thinking about the reasons I often don't write what I feel like writing. These thoughts emerged.
Writing, Poetry, Prose Otherwise, I Am Otherwise, I Am God is who reveals us unto ourselves - not otherwise. Fools, we venture: Here am I! Til the heavens insist otherwise. Rebels, we writhe indignantly This be
Writing, Poetry, Prose Gratitude Gratitude I have my own woods in which to play to peacefully ponder explore and pray O never did my heart so venture to dream a life so grand Yet
Writing, Poetry, Prose Forbidden This is a writing assignment addressing the struggle I face to freely express myself as a writer. It's a visualization of the personal handicap I endure in feeling I am
