"We began before words and we will end beyond words."
away & back is a poetic journey from one place to another—from self-doubt to self-trust, from brokenness to wholeness, from silence to self-love. Through intimate, soul-baring poems, this collection captures the quiet, often painful beauty of becoming. If you’re learning to let go, to forgive yourself, and to come home to who you truly are, away &... Continue Reading →
To avoid infatuation and schoolgirl crushes. I suppress the thoughts of us together, interrupt the replaying of romantic moments in my mind and tell myself “no.” But sometimes, I’ll let the images play for a second too long and I’ll fall into them. Until I have to shake myself awake and kill the butterflies in... Continue Reading →
Two nights ago I looked through a telescope at Saturn, Jupiter and the Moon, And was horrified. My mom laughed on the phone as I Recanted the story. "How small and insignificant we are. I'm an ant to the Universe." I awake from a bizarre space dream to a girl crying on my doorstep, her... Continue Reading →
The birds begin chirping at 4 The sun rises at 5 Though, on a Sunday Our city sleeps until noon. So, the birds go unheard, The sun waits, unnoticed.
In the Fall, I let go of you As the trees let go of Their leaves. My heartbeats echo your name And as the air becomes crisp and cold I fall into a well of dispair. I sleep until noon I hibernate and embrace My personal winter.
Curt and dry humour Hides undeniable love, But only barely. transit haiku #12
Legend has it Politics shouldn’t be brought to the Dinner table. Though, When your existence is political You do not have the privilege of Leaving politics at home. When you meet the parents You bring your politics In your skin, Your gender And your identity.
Las Vegas Is a city of sandcastles Built to the likeness Of great empires.
Bad Presidents show you who your friends are And who your friends are not. Bad Presidents out the nazis, the fascists, the racists, the homophobes, and the monsters Because they have to be elected by someone. Bad Presidents make you talk about politics Even though ediquette has taught you not to, They make scream, they... Continue Reading →
We all manage pain in ways that are beyond our control; In ways that are ours: My third rejection letter wakes me in the early morning, Before the sunlight hits my face. I barely read the words that say "not you," Then melt into my pillow, When I wake I call myself a writer And... Continue Reading →
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