On Water – Part I

Tears I remember when crying was the result of any and everything. Elation, rage, hope and hopelessness. Now I am an empty well. Is that what happens? I heard you harden as you age, dry up, lose the sensibilities of youth. I can’t cry anymore. Where has my water gone?Heavy eyes on my face begging... Continue Reading →

On Enoughness

Side Chick / Side of Fries They Went Home They went home and told their wives,that never once in all their lives,had they known a girl like me,But... They went home. They said my house was licking clean,no word I spoke was ever mean,I had an air of mystery,But... They went home. My praises were... Continue Reading →

On Patience

Patience is a virtue. A guru tells me that the root of my impatience is insecurity. I marvel over the thought. How interesting. This fear that if you are not chosen first you will never be chosen. This phobia of being forgotten. Instant gratification spoils romance. What happened to certainty? Knowing what you need and... Continue Reading →

On Memory

2 Sides to Every Story “Just right,” the yellow-haired monster said, before she swallowed the remnants of their dinner. When my mother and I argue, there are always two sides to the story we write together. I said this, she said that; I meant this, she meant that. I find it interesting how memory can... Continue Reading →

Old Love

I see you in the curves of the street On your skateboard Curly headed and hot from the heat My Parkdale prince First love, last love, lost love We meet in old places Tracing lines over memories Stamped into our skin, onto our Hearts, necks Sex, raw and passionate Unrelenting and selfish We crave each... Continue Reading →

04.17.21

Is it the vexation of being misunderstood that shakes you so? Or is it frightening to know that someone, somewhere sees you clearly?

today’s inspiration: The Gamut

Soft you day, be velvet soft,My true love approaches,Look you bright, you dusty sun,Array your golden coaches. Soft you wind, be soft as silkMy true love is speaking.Hold you birds, your silver throats,His golden voice I'm seeking. Come you death, in haste, do comeMy shroud of black be weaving,Quiet my heart, be deathly quiet,My true... Continue Reading →

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