Body of Evidence

Body of Evidence: By Anthony Conwright: Your body is a temple Built on pillars of strength from both sides of … More

Ode to Jazz

Ode to Jazz: By Anthony Conwright: I remember when I first saw her. A full figured hollow body, Breast warm … More

Ode to Wine

Ode to Wine By: Anthony Conwright Red Literature Burgundy thought pressed in wine Swallowed verse and pros Liquid that can … More

In my partner’s absence

In my partner’s absence By: Anthony Conwright There are times in every couple, when time apart is necessary. But the … More

Where will I be if I don’t give you these flowers?

Where will I be if I don’t give you flowers? By: Anthony Conwright Where will I be if I … More

The Artist Formally Known as Self

Artist formally known as self

Tattooing emotions of his former self

Carving colors onto his skin just to be stuck with them

Tracing deep between lines with stencils to see how much in depth within himself he can get.

Peaks in Valleys

Seeking the Peak in the Valley, Finding familiar footsteps silhouetted by the stars sighing above my shoulders, Whose shine is … More

My Life as a Poet

Sometimes I catch myself daydreaming or star gazing
Looking up into the universe, trying to comprehend
Ideals like love, passion, humanity and where I fit in the mosaic portrait of life.
But that’s what it’s like for me being a poet.

My Expectations

My birth was your love letter to life.
I haven’t been able to fully read the language of your DNA
So I often times find myself crossing your T’s your and dotting your eyes with my own tears pregnant with your guilt and
Finishing sentences that you left as fragments for me to figure out and complete on my own.
And Sometimes I want to write back to you and say, “I miss you and I need you.”