@InkBowlPubl

@InkBowlPublishing

Preparation, preparing myself for hurt. Destination, doing overtime to be where I want. Exclamation, screaming all my wins....

It was the chocolate chip pancakes I would make for you on summer mornings But I had to be careful with how many chocolate chips You did...

This poem is about an old aged friend with immense experience of life but a little knowledge of the modern technology. had a friend once,...

In this poem I explore how sometimes we can't find the words to give reasons to people but in our head we have all the answers....

It came in an instant, engulfed me in my infant state. Baffled and vulnerable, I could not but be lost- be a wanderer. Living aimlessly,...

I am seven the first time my mom sleeps on the couch. I remember being little and being afraid, so so afraid. I remember my Dad's big...

Siri, you're there by my side when I awake Tethered to the wall by your nightly lifeline. Your skin shimmers in the dawn's glare,...

I was 6 the first time the issue was brought to light. My mom was giving me sharp tugs at regular intervals, reminding me that we were...

It’s 11:54 when we leave the party. I have to drag her away; she’s tipsy from sneaking sips of my parents’ champagne and doesn’t see the...