Travel Through Poetry

After the rainfall, the soft sand cements and saves the footprints of those who come soon after. After the rainfall, the clouds c...

The mint green room was a humble size. The bed was large, though, and hugged Me when I sank into it. Maybe the walls Were white, b...

The animal abode was carefully tucked into the back pocket of the chocolate box neighborhood, where every other piece of property he...

It's an overcast dull grey day, But I am moving. I am moving so fast That I'm afraid if I blink, I will miss the flight. ...

In early summer, there I was, stood on a ship in the midst of an engulfing maze-like lake. The lively green Appalachian Mountains surroun...

You shift the gear and go, In reverse, in drive, on the road, Another car comes, collides, crushes your car. You are only bruised. He and...

New York doesn't stop at a red light. The screens don't turn off at midnight. Buildings don't stop at the second floor. Bu...

Anyone that joyful and energetic Must be hiding something. The laws of nature Wouldn't allow that much joy Without a balancing act o...

Look closer— The clouds echo the silhouette of the trees, Not to fit in, but to amplify the trees' whisper. The ripples run to...

She carries a shell in her pocket, Not a wallet nor a key, Because the shell reminds her that empty Is a wonderful place to be. ...

I’ve just stopped in a village; There’s no post office here, But I’ll send this to you later. I’m writing from Guillac, Where hydran...

I went to visit my grandpa this morning To keep my mom company. Or, maybe the song on the radio today Said it better. “Visit your grandfath...

All the silver buildings tower Over the palm trees And clouds sit atop them Like smoke. Their metal walls Must be sizzling In the...

She’s in her early twenties In the middle of Manhattan, Living it up, making it work. No– living at work, making it up. She’s a writer ...

I want to walk through air-conditioned a irports To hear five languages o n the way to my gate. I want to walk through a new city And be st...

I opened the window To the steep red roof That dangles like an unsteady cliff Over the barren garden. The ground was almost Sand an...

Let’s find a road That never ends And find which ways It curves and bends. We’ll watch the meadows Turn to towers And trace the side...