Poem 1: ———- I go out and wander late night Stand in the amazement of lights. I clean and decorate my adobe Rearrange clothes in the wardrobe. I make cards and posters Putting Diyas, photos, and fi...

\ Hope is the heaviest weight we carry Hope is the toughest love to sustain. Hope is the shiniest bowl in my room Hope is the most fragile bowl in my room. Every time it breaks, I sit in the nig...

I stand on the hill  Watching the sun disappear Into the darkness.  I wait for the moon To rise from the horizon And end the darkness.  But light doesn’t come  And dark clouds take over the s...

\ I love standing on a height Watching cars move at a distance Small figures come and go like Features of the fading face Of Someone we used to love. It’s ironic to see us thriving  Without the pe...

Lucky are those who can call themselves introverts or extroverts. For those in transition or introverted at one time and extroverted at another, it’s a constant struggle between these two personali...