Where Am I When She Calls? {poetry}
Where am I when my mother finds my father on the kitchen floor? Why does this girl with her face painted white want me to kiss her clean?
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Oasis: I Have Found a Place. {poetry}
I have found a place amidst the desert of myself. It lounges, unchecked and indecorous, with unmatched beauty. It holds the pieces of our past.
River Spells: Part Three. {poetry}
Joy and sorrow come from the same place. They are two currents of the same river. Follow the flow of either one and you grow your capacity for the other.
All Moments Without End. {poetry}
We’re building unsafe houses from the bones of ghosts of missing children. You dig and you dig, but all you find is earth.
Flowers: A Long-Distance Love Manifesto. {poetry}
Since I saw you, flowers started growing between chambers of my heart. Petals were seen surfing on sound waves, resonating with the frequency of my soul.
River Spells: Part Two. {poetry}
Lying on the big rock at the river, singing old songs with an old friend, out of the blue I say, "I miss my dad." RIP, Dad!
Tesseract: Build the House Just to Burn It Down. {poetry}
Nothing to do, you know? Hemingway as dead as Bukowski andwho the fuck cares? Got to get on withthe simple act of living got to build the house just to burn it down newborn baby on the second floor,mother in the passenger seatas the car pulls away,but this is the sort of shit that is always ...
Freeing My Inner Wild Cat to Feel Balanced Within.
I am coming to terms with what diminishes my sparkle, what and who makes me feel like I am too much of anything or like something is ‘wrong’ with me.
River Spells: Part One. {poetry}
So many beautiful people come to the river, singing songs of gratitude in languages they learned from Native Americans, Eastern Indians, Peruvian shamans.
I Understand the Need for Victims, but I Refuse to Be One. {poetry}
I am less than whatever I’ve been accused of being, and I am more than what I’ve been given credit for, and the city is what I need it to be
