In my partner’s absence By: Anthony Conwright There are times in every couple, when time apart is necessary. But the…
Boycotts….Mike Huckabee and Chik Fil-A
Mike Huckabee claims to be “incensed at the vitriolic assaults on the Chik Fil-A company because the CEO, Dan Cathy,…
Dear women, the world needs you in positions of power.
Dear women, the world needs you in positions of power By: Anthony Conwright There is something deep seeded within the…
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…
A Moral Conundrum – What if God exist?
A Moral Conundrum – What if God exist? By: Anthony Conwright On occasion, during conversations about religion, I am asked…
Why Homosexuality is Completely Natural (Short version)
Why Homosexuality is Completely Natural By: Anthony Conwright I found myself in a battle of wits with a formidable opponent…
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…
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.”