Warm Milk. {poetry}
This loves makes men of boys and little girls of women
This love is quiet but ever-present
This love is born from vengeance but blooms with sincerity
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Just For Today: An Open Invitation. {poetry}
If you are a good person and you are kind to me, it doesn't matter to me who you vote for as long as you and I can find equanimity between us, the confluence, the space in the in-between.
Darling. {poetry}
I swallow the rest of my wine, and slide the lip-stained glass to the bartender
I lean over and touch her arm as my matte black nails drag softly over her skin
She turns her attention away from the poor sap who never stood a chance
Wearying Play Of Inner Politic And Party. {poetry}
Swearing samadhi and resting in the still presence
I resolved to know nothing
and attempted to be content
I Am Capable. {poetry}
There are many things I can do (even those things don’t have to be perfect), whether silly or small, or things I only do for myself. They don’t have to be shiny things wrapped up with bows. I could be a great pessimist, or the best at ruining pancakes because I flip them too soon. The point is ...
To My Youth. {poetry}
I hope your laughter tastes
Like wine
And stains burgundy the fragile wind
Your Task Is To Love, There. {poetry}
Sometimes, the task is to give life to the darkness
And find that, through proper care, the shadows are able to make their way to a new home
Instead of lingering in the forgotten corners of what was left behind.
I Am A Soul Archaeologist. {poetry}
I am a siren, a witch, a soul archaeologist, I move my eyes purposefully, passionately. I crawl across muddy waters, knowing that my salvation is near, digging through the misty confusion tattooed on your memory, I drink the waters of your washed-out roads, your uneven terrain, your collapsed caves.
You Did Not Come Here To Detach From What You Love Most. {poetry}
Your humanity is your gift.
Your humanity will save the earth.
Your humanity will save you.
One More Song. {poetry}
Today I sing one more song for you as the poet cries again
When he is heard across the world. Since the thoughts of you
Are engraved all over his heart now sore with the need of you.