A year ago I realized I wasn’t doing what I set out to do. I wasn’t performing, choreographing, or teaching. I was doing some of those things, some of the time, but none were fully realized.
Burning Snowflakes
Radiation rains from above
Like burning snowflakes, it falls.
In awe of its beauty,
I reach out my hand.
The ash stains my palm,
Still warm to the...
Amuchechukwu Nwafor is a finalist in Day Eight's annual open-to-all poetry competition, the DC Poet Project. Read more about the DC Poet Project here and attend...
