Mongrel is as mongrel does.

Based on a true story.

We called and we talked for hours on the phone just like we always do,

In memory of Sandy Hook, and all the other lives taken by violence in schools.

Based on that day at the beach when me and a friend almost got blown away by the wind, and chased off by seagulls.

Black lives matter. For now, and always.

A poem of feminist proportions

A silly little poem about a silly little poet.

A poem about my personal mythos of cardinals

Wrote this one a few years ago in college, when days were dark and I was falling apart.

A long hall of flashing mirrors leers at me. They tell me I am

Just a poem about self-image and self-realization.

A poem about a drought from a couple years past. Note: The James Spann mentioned is a reference to a popular newscaster in my area.

Just a poem about how I relate my spirituality with nature.

I wrote this poem in high school as a tribute to my sick grandfather. Lord knows he's somewhere better now.