One day, my backpack will become too heavy and I’ll have to set my past down.
Tag: poet
Love
It seems like I should feel like my heart is pulling me in two directions but this is only one… love. It seems like there is no… Read more “Love”
Freestyle Session 4/30/19
Below are the journal pages I created during this freestyle session
I dance between
I dance between Joy and Grief Because every moment is dying.
Everything’s Perfect
Winter feels the same each year. This kind of suffocation – like, it pulls me so deeply into my own soul that I think I’m the only… Read more “Everything’s Perfect”
Red Sky and Dog Food
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”
Central Sun
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”
I pray with my pussy
I’ve created worlds through it. You won’t convince me that it’s dirty. I’ve heard my ancestors whisper through it, and scream through it and beckon me to… Read more “I pray with my pussy”
Hungry
I am really hungry still just for something that makes sense.
Our Moon
When I look at our moon I see something that we all share with every ancestor that’s ever walked, swam or squiggled this Earth. I see our… Read more “Our Moon”