Humanity: Raw & Unfiltered
Ghost imprint in the wall holds a hand shape Small boy presses into brick and mortar to disappear Invisibly thin sucking in his air – forgets to release an exhale No noise invisible boy becomes fresh paint As he dries on the breath of someone who should not— have touched Read more
Pop! Pop! Pop! Three lives lost. A refrain as familiar to American ears as “Jingle Bells” Are we numb? Deaf? I wonder. Where is the outrage? Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Five lives lost.A mother uses her body as a shield, protecting her two-month-old baby From shards of glass screaming Read more
This one time, Oscar Wilde removes my eyes with a silver spoon and replaces them with Dorian Gray’s eyes he declares, “If eyes are windows to the soul… then let them be fictitious may they never look old and tired.” we‘re in London of course drinking wine made from grapes Read more
You’re a gypsy when it comes to life and love… what with your crazed desires your lofty ideas your wild push and pull ~ your wandering essence knows no rest. Your feet are forever on the ground, ensconced in the finery that suits you best, be it stilettos or sneakers Read more
Drink wine: Wine is classy Smart moms drink wine Exhausted moms drink wine If you wear slippers and pajamas, then it’s cute There are detractors, of course, including: When did it becomes acceptable for mothers to drink every night? If you loved your kids you wouldn’t do it What do Read more
why did you give me all of these memories without an intention to give me your heart fully. or maybe i had your heart but rather you did not have mine. it was there but not held the way i would have wanted. nonchalantly tossed on a coffee table next Read more
My fire at your clavicle—I balance above milk. I was broad and fair—longingly I looped my maiden’s neck. Men wrote me off as worn stones—stripped me of my name. A vast leg of amber—lost to time’s cold reduction. **** He wanted me—borrowed. Never. Blue—bruised. The great ash hall hid under Read more
Get away from me Leave me to the rain Your soul, your pollution scatterer (all you know) I pack my dirty clothes and skip out the front door (it only took a few seconds) Twenty minutes to the center of town where 3 euros gets you one With violets on Read more