I dance between Joy and Grief Because every moment is dying.
I got home at midnight. The sky was red and the whole world smelled like dog food. Why? Everything was melting. Water bubbled up from the puddles… Read more “Red Sky and Dog Food”
Before there was you there was we… a central star, a sun like any other but it was ours. and you may not remember it as you… Read more “Central Sun”
Over and over and over again I die and over and over and over again I come alive I’m feeling more of the deaths today.
I wish I could write with my eyes closed, speak with my tongue tied. I write poetry in my mind while I touch myself alone at night… Read more “Orgasm”
When it rained, my grandmother would clutch her rosary and pray on each bead. Anxiety would fill her as her children would sleep all safe. All strong.… Read more “When it rained”
Faith belongs to the living. One day we all die. Bodies become a burden, we leave them behind. We choose not to be limited.
It takes much compassion to borrow life. It takes none to take one. It takes wisdom to see that either way, you’re going to have to give… Read more “To Source”
I heard her cries for help without ear-buds in. She wrote in blood because tears weren’t thick enough. and pity, to her, is the last thing… Read more “Sister”