For All the Mothers. {poetry}
for gaslighted mothers who question their truth
for mothers who choke on the guilt of their knowing
and mothers who wear all their shame like a cloak
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Priority Mail. {poetry}
By holding the flowers’ light for all to see, they remain steadfast to a higher priority and calling, I believe. I am one such flower vendor now.
Where We Are Going, Will There Be Grass? {poetry}
Whitman asked of us to “loaf and invite our souls”
to “observe a spear of grass” and did you?
Did you let your frame soak into the earth...?
For All the Girls in Red. {poetry}
The girl in red will... rise again and again,
Rapunzel weaving your hatred into gold.
No matter how many times you twist her
Wrists or her words...
Look Away, Set Me Free: Being Hard on Myself Again. {poetry}
Farewell, adventurers. Discover the world and send me a postcard, so alone doesn’t feel so hard, remind me the world is bigger than this town.
Unspoken. {poetry}
Just imagine for a moment that you are carrying everything that has been unspoken by your ancestors. What if you are the alchemist of all these experiences?
Come What May, We Dance the Days Away. {poetry}
this like-minded fucker maybe
or even his father
dead now for 20 years and what he passed on was
the gift for self-hatred
There’s a Little Zipper Under Your Chin. {poetry}
Let me pull that zipper down
Let me unzip your skin
Let me unzip mine too and you can step in
Let’s spend the day in each other’s skin tones
False Comfort Among the Pale Grey Souls of the Martyred. {poetry}
Truth... a fault line to build your pale eggshell house on,
and now that I’ve begun to grow old
I can finally see that I was
never quite able to grow up.
Now They’re Eternalized: The Ways Grief Transports You. {poetry}
And though it’s dark and lit only by candles in your room, you see a bright flash of light
One of the ways they make themselves known to you now.
