My black sisters are often forgotten and ignored.
Student Poetry
The 2019 Foley poetry contest: Metaphors so simple and clear
Entrants to this year’s contest included poems about human trafficking, the Mueller Report, priestly abuse and screen addiction.
Meet Atticus, the Instagram poet who never takes off his mask
“Atticus is a storyteller, observer…. He loves the ocean, the desert, whiskey and playing with words.”
To
There comes a day
When you realize
That some people are temporary.
The Kaleidoscope
The angry shards of crimson, roaring through the tube/
Running through the fields of gentle greens and sprinkled/
Agape
My god is patient. She curls like ivy around a crumbling world,/
And howls in the stillness of the night, the silent spaces no ritual can fill.
how it ends
hearing and feeling are technically the same thing so when we talk on the phone
i can pretend it’s as good as touching you
New Testament
I met Judas at a roof party in late October. The Ghost had warned me about the devil in the form of a man too charming to deny.
