Historias de Foreignlands

I ran toward the man, grabbing his neck with my right arm and using it as a lift to jump over his shoulder then flip him over mine. The two other men came at me at the...

These poems depict my shyness, love for words, deep thinking, and my opinions on popular topics.

Lilly is new here. She needs a friend.

Up into the mango tree Who should climb but little me? I held the trunk with both my hands And looked abroad in foreign lands. I saw the next door garden lying, Adorned...

A poem for lonesome souls that have known what it is to love and not be loved.