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
This is the shape of my love, to fall at your feet, Darling. To open like a rose in the spring sunlight, or an ever unfolding lotus in the marsh for you.For I am a beggar, starved and parched in the barren lands of indifference. Too long have I wandered in the desolation who’s only … More The Shape of My Love
We try so hard to individuate, differentiate, emancipate. “Please don’t let me become like you,” we say. And she cuts her hair, like I did at twelve and sixteen, and so many more times to keep myself alone in my tower, and to scare away all the princes. Sometimes one is simply more comfortable with … More The Night Queen in Daylight
I haven’t written or shared Spoken Word poetry in a very long time, but felt utterly compelled to do so yesterday as way to deal with my own feelings about the current tragedy of the Camp Fire effecting so many Californians right now, including my own family who lost everything. I wasn’t sure it was … More Fire-breathing (spoken word)
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