Molten clocks melted over my head, slowly warping to decay, but time went on without the direction of its hands. Umbral moths rose from the earth and swallowed the light of this...

The special occasion to celebrate poetry is the month of April. It is the most prominent literary celebration in the world. Its creation encourages the reading, teaching, and artistry of poetry. To those...

What I have forgotten about love is seen in the lilac this spring. What always seemed black and white now gleams of purple, blue and hues of pink. Thoughts of insanity still swirl in my mind while...

Wendy Bean Barker, a John Ciardi Prize winner, accomplished poet, founder of UTSA’s Creative Writing program and award-winning author, recently passed away at age 80. Barker began her career by teaching...

Though my soul longs for moments of peace and clarity During my time on earth, I know it will never be. But oh, how my soul gasps for the virtue, Like a fish gasping for the sea. I did not...

Mere air in the seeps of my skin, hollow like the whispers of the devil’s grin, bleeding out ribbons of red silk and leading a wandering mind into a horrid trope Hun tsk tsk laughed the girl with...

One may ask, “What is Poetry?” While many view poetry as disorderly and confusing, poetry is a lyrical and emotional method of self-expression that uses elements such as rhythm and form to bring to...

Do you remember The six million The ones who celebrated Those strange holidays The ones just like us Who did not go to school or work on Fridays But were still a bit different    The...

You awake in the snow at first sight of the mirrored moon Only to see a reflection of what you have become I cannot imagine myself, but I know I have changed, and not for the better. Despite how...

My imagination commits crimes against me  Raises bail and takes me to jail Along with my fantasy.    I leave behind clues with every look, Adjusting my posture when given a kind smirk. I...

I tilted my head up, thanked the universe for you   Thanked it For your smile For your love For your selflessness For your friendship For your greatness   I tilted...

A spritz of wine for the shed of new blood And a crown of beauty for my ashes of grief, shame and disgrace While the weight of grief runs heavy, In the valley, dance my sorrows away  I can...