The New Writer of these Words

Not long ago, the writer of these lines, In the mad pride of intellectuality, Maintained “the power of words”- denied that ever A thought arose within the human brain Beyond the utterance of the human tongue: And now, as if in mockery of that boast, Two words- two foreign soft dissyllables- Italian tones, made only […]


The following is a creative based on Sylvia Plath’s poem “I Thought That I Could Not Be Hurt.”  I bite my trembling lip as I shakily inhale the grey, piercing, cool December air. My knees begin to violently wobble, and I feel myself losing control over my body—with every ounce of power I have left, […]

Bittersweet Trifecta

Part 1- Never Shall I Forget, an emulation of Elie Wiesel   Never shall I forget that night It was the last night at the hospital It turned my nights sleepless and my days tiring   Never shall I forget that smell, the pungent odor of sanitized floors and a hospital waiting room. Never shall […]