Oh, the complexity of me. Seemingly dichotomous needs tangle up like thorny vines ensnaring silken skirts. Zippers catch on long hair: the struggle to flow freely and be contained at once. Do we commit to ideas of who we are, or to liberating the real thing? Mother Culture says what it means to be good, … More How to Hold the Universe
Flashes of dying from the moving music. A bittersweet melancholy song emanating from waning cells. A setting sun, so beautiful, even though you know it will soon be swallowed by night. Thirsty trees and grasses, yellow in Summer, getting ready to let their dry appendages go, pieces that steal too much rain from their roots. … More Slow Seeds
How do I let go enough to be held in your arms when every moment is a struggle for me to hold myself together, and all I want to do is fall apart? You may think you are strong enough for both of us but I know you want to fall apart too. Tremors in … More Treasure Hunting
How does She do it? Steal my peace as easily as breathing. Churn my guts at the flip of a switch. Burn me hot to stir me. Turn my favorite colors grey. Pulled away from dreams I cling to as if it will make them real. Detached from my senses, I cannot see or feel. … More Task Master
If I close my eyes this moment, I could probably sleep forever. Skin on blush satin and bones on feathers. A black velvet blind-fold so light never returns. A tepid tomb for a womb of rest. Body at peace, my spirit could wander to other realms less dense than gravity tethering me so … More Stardust
A hollow deep in my core, something missing before sleep. I don’t know what was there before, and maybe it’s still gone in the morning. Maybe it’s pain and sickness stealing pieces in each surge that never return. Maybe it’s the stress of running on Ethereal legs to gather the perfect flowers in time to … More Phantom Limbs
Sometimes I want to be left alone in the morning. Just my moments of peace without texts and DM’s or hearing my phone ring. The chance to find myself with my elixir in hand before the demands flood me. Cause we all know what’s coming. Soon I’ll be running from the cage and jumping through … More The Hawk of New Dawn
The nations in our blood rise up to fight the nations in our lungs. A war over our bones: to live or to die. Will we ever see eye to eye? Some of us deny accounts from those on the front lines. We can’t believe the invisible scenes of people dropping like flies for being … More For the Privilege of Living: A Pandemic Poem
Will I soften still when my blood spills? When my skeleton is made of molten mercury blades fashioning a scream in my flesh, and the vice on my core is tightened? When my spine becomes a handle for hungry ghouls to grab and pull me down to the Underworld?Will I soften when the Dark Goddess … More Trial of the Rose Keeper
My body is a temperamental painter unsure of her pallet. She never has enough white for the proper mix of light. And she never makes peace with too much black tainting everything with night. And what about rainbows, she asks, always drawing tears down from the cosmos to divert the sun. My body is a … More The Color of Wishes
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