Tag: Creative Corner
Ode to a Professor
I wait in any class, accompanied by routine dread,
whether anthology or textbook, it remains in lap, unread.
The professor hurries in, expression too flustered
as the...
Writing
Pen stabs paper.
Repeatedly, remorseless.
As the words form furiously
the ink flows as a heart pounds,
beating ever faster, ever louder.
Tension mounts, the air builds pressure, pushing
eardrums...
Conclusion, part one
And so this is my conclusion (of many).
Love is very strange.
It knows exactly how to pry open your heart, and to do with it...
The Family
I look down at my diamond-encrusted Kenneth Cole watch. The long silver hand nears the 7 as the short hand hovers between 10 and...
Too many boobies
“I’m not going to do that man,” Mansour says to my request. He doesn’t even look at me to stay it, just keeps his...
Prophet Jesus, son of Mary
When friends became strangers in no time
He became my friend in need
When songs were meaningless and didn't rhyme
He became the rhythm and beauty of...
Can peace be for sure?
Lieutenant Colonel Powell knew just what he’d say
When the men came together to pray that day
So beautiful, blue, warm, and clear
It had been chosen...
Life
Death has always been something that I have questioned —something that I use to deny would ever happen within my family. However, the reality...
The perfect woman
In the interest of complexity, allow me to offer my account of why a perfect woman would be utterly undesirable.
Messes are bliss, for we...
The Superintendent
My cell phone alarm clock blares. I roll over to face my bedside table and pick up my purple LG phone. I click the...
Veneration Ululation
Innocent, sweet little boy
Who lives alone in an apartment of three rooms
And smokes on any given day
While he writes about smiling women
With blooming eyes
And...