Poet and storyteller currently based out of Denver, Colorado.
"Fucking libtard snowflakes." "Fucking entitled Millennials." "Pathetic, butthurt, overly offended and overly sensitive weaklings fucking 'triggered' by everything."
By Randi Abel5 years ago in The Swamp
The Truth About The Fall: A Sestina There’s something about October and the leaves in Boston that I can’t describe. Blanketing the green
By Randi Abel5 years ago in Poets
San Francisco, July 2010 I am living on ten dollars a day: a cup of coffee, two bus rides, and a taco. I am really living
Mourner’s Kaddish Yit’barakh, v’yish’tabach v’yit’pa’ar v’yit’romam v’yit’nasei* You came to me in dreams when neither one of us was lucid
Baby, I’m Blue Jack came home at 4 AM Stumbled in from a New York night With breath full of beer Searching for that empty pack of Reds
The Beauty Of (Or, My Love Letter to Coming of Age in a New England Summer) Written by Randi C. Abel June 15, 2019 Denver, Colorado