Poems from Bullabaloo

Ode to a Cottage
In the grass up on a hill Outside the city, I see you   Dear empty onion house Peeling and the feeling I get Unwrapping you For brighter...
Cinderella
She grabbed her pearl beads And her room key Left her soul in agony Cold street corners Search for donors Empty handed she won’t be Empty...
Leap Year
If I died, I’d cry But if I didn’t, then I’d never be alive I think I’m sad sometimes But other times I think that I’m just lying I like to...
Why Do I Rise?
The slant of the sun rays cutting through trees This is good morning to me   The simmering sound of sweet meats and steam This is good...
(W)hole Me
A sick bliss, bubbling Spilling out over me Staining and settling In holes, in the cracks All the locked in got out Now it’s boiling out...