Poetry

Age ain’t nothing

M.P.C. / July 20, 2026

Age ain’t nothing but a number, so they say and I thought you knew that too cause behind closed doors […]

M.P.C. / July 13, 2026

Cold Enough to Kill Premeditated. Unlawful killings of innocent people. May well be terrorists, serial killers. I was taught to

M.P.C. / June 30, 2026

I think one of the biggest tragedies of being human is that we don’t immediately recognize the value of a

M.P.C. / June 22, 2026

Smudged words I can hardly remember I wrote, scribbles telling a story of impatience while I was on the phone.

M.P.C. / June 9, 2026

Nothing is particularly special about a day when you wake up feeling gray. Still, I had hoped to hear —

M.P.C. / April 22, 2026

There’s this peculiar habit of mine — part curiosity, part unsolicited empathy — that keeps slipping me into strangers’ shoes

M.P.C. / April 13, 2026

I wanted to write a reminder of reasons I walked away from you, to put shape to the silence that

M.P.C. / April 6, 2026

“What an odd thing to post.” “Can you try not being stupid?” “I hope you lose your job.” “It doesn’t

M.P.C. / March 18, 2026

Her hunched back and distant gaze are a heartbreaking sight. Not the mom I grew up watching; the fast-paced, sharp,

M.P.C. / February 17, 2026

One of those days when the song on the radio brings back time and it stays and every shed tear,

M.P.C. / February 14, 2026

So it’s Valentine’s Day — a day I’ve grown estranged from, as if it belonged to a language I once

M.P.C. / December 29, 2025

With the turning of the year comes the weight of reflection. Silent, yet inevitable. Today I think of the quiet