By Henri Whitehead When I, a young adolescent, would stare at the stars above, I felt both simultaneously frightened and fascinated. Because like many before, I wanted to understand the rules That spun the Earth round And built roads from rubble. I wanted to see the cardboard walls That held together this game of life, … Continue reading Poem: Space

By Henri Whitehead In our tiny house, We’ll live by the trees. The tranquility of a pond, Will sooth our troubled minds. In our tiny house, We’ll snuggle in the shade, Our TV will be the window, The squirrels, an acting troupe. In our tiny house, We’ll read by moonlight, The fates that our written, … Continue reading Poem: Tiny House

Without My Glasses By Henri Whitehead Without my glasses, The distinctive lines drawn By our world’s creator Are no more than Drops of color in the distance. The concrete, scientific rules That instruct the sun to set for the evening Turn to abstract, and Empty lines are filled with My imagination. The nightmarish grey blobs … Continue reading Poem: Without My Glasses