
Tag: poetry

Other Lies
Emotion so vibrant its colors laugh. Passionate whispers carry through the wind only to shudder instead on leaves with anticipation. The night falls silent and stars hold their breath. Broken dreams gather on the dark side of the moon. Standing still, Time holds its breath waiting while I trace the Read more

Muse’s Message
I am distant memory rising. Earthworm aerating compost in your dreams. A tunnel, torchlit. The way out, or in. The hand you squeeze for comfort. The hand that slaps your face. Your relentless race, never-ending chase. A glass of ice water in Arizona in July. I am not a lie. Read more

Barely Visible
trembling layers of authentic spirit refused fissures of disassociation spiders web stuck to the base of the soul sensitive thoughts pushed to the side in favor of our mother’s motto be good, clean and kind educated in the ways of humanity exploring delight gorging on fleshy highs what is right, Read more

Surviving a suicide with my help
Forever is exhausting. Andrew is never gone… Just like we are never over Not that we are the same, and yet We are something like forever. Alive. Or dead. Does it even matter? What we do, even when in shadows. Is anyone really, ever, listening? I touch your chin as Read more

One Thousand and One Ways to Make Your Own Gender Trouble
1. I am thirty-six I am marrying a man again I have frozen five embryos my popsicle babies saved for a rainy day when I’m old enough to be someone’s mother Someone on the internet says Anna Paquin can’t be bisexual if she’s married to Stephen Moyer. Someone else says Read more

truth & lie
moss clings to branches like whispers feather hope thirty, forty feet up? far enough to cramp the neck yellow-green & tinged with blue airy & light in the warming breeze teasing about the season just now gone delicious to the eye but to the skin gives a scratch nothing soft Read more