The Great Unknown

I never thought my life would make it this long, and that’s why my bones think I’m already dead, crackling as if the foundation of a world the Gods had enough of has come to crum­bling. The moment a Titan exhales to blow out the flames before realizing how much has already burned. And grains … More The Great Unknown

The Undoing

I’m turning to stone by the eyes of the witch, but the only eyes here are mine. Looking too closely for too long at my own design, focused on how other I am, my body no longer knows how to pretend to be human. Is this my skin turning into a cosmic egg to incubate … More The Undoing

Sovereignty

My thoughts are like arrows to my soft places, turning them hard with scars, until I can no longer feel the piercing pain; Until I am but a shield to guard the realms from the darkness I create. I learned to make it when I was young from the ones who stole my heart and … More Sovereignty

A Sign of Time

Oh, Time, strange thing you are, teasing us with urgency in the illusion of scarcity.  We can never know your true nature with all this fear of losing you. Do you ever truly disappear or is it merely that our attachment to the years painted on our gadgets leads to no longer seeing the numbers … More A Sign of Time

Nightsong

It’s dark now Mother, and I can’t see a way out. Maybe this is my home after all. The place where everything is touched by grief. Where your spiders are weaving constantly to show me the majesty of a web, glistening in dim light only the Underworld knows. With the silence the monsters keep so … More Nightsong

Martyr

Author’s Note:I know my poems of late have been streams of consciousness more than anything. I have considered keeping them to myself, and many of them I do. But I feel moved to put something out into the world before I enter the next phase of my existence. I have cognitive impairment from a condition … More Martyr

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I am unbridled and raw somewhere under my skins. So many masks fashioned in requisite moments when lovelessness came with the threat of death,because no one can survive alone, and even hermits have the creatures and the trees. Underneath my skins, I am untempered and wild.   I can draw out your fears for feeding … More Container