
CHOVA
November, 2018

A Sonnet Indeed
April, 2018
Rooted in Lithuania
You know I’m not like you or them
it hurts knowing you think like that.
A tune within my mind I hum
My hymn that sounds as cold and flat.
My pride and joy are zodziai kuri skamba
The words my ancestors
Have once heard censored.
Being born within the states
Parents with their Baltic roots,
I myself have found the stakes
Claiming to my own fair routes.
Nes as esu Amerikos Lietuve
I’m an American Lithuanian- and that’s just who I am!

Lietuva Namai, Amerikoje
March, 2018
Welcome Back Home
The building before me looms like an occurring dream, it's foreign yet familiar to me. I look down on the piece of paper that contains the access code to the building. I don’t ever remember there being a code, not like anyone was trying to break in this dimly lit building anyway. I punch in the numbers and click, the door is open. I crack it open and am instantly hit by the stench of something that hasn’t been cleaned in forever. The walls are cracked, the paint chipping away all the memories that are keeping it from falling apart. I climb the stairs to the third floor and stop by door number 5. My hands are shaking. I fumble for the keys in my pocket, pick the right one and put it in the lock. I open the door and step into a home I used to call mine.

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O Kur Dabar?
Where to now?
"Be fearless in the pursuit of what sets your soul on fire"