I’m the archivist of my mind
But I lack the proper training to keep a clean house
I see a corridor and I see it with all its edges. I throw a burning ember on the wooden floor and the mustard wallpaper suddenly shudders;...
Five-year gap It could have been ten, I was so young then Just sixteen, you were just ‘old’ Policing my youth, like you always knew...
until you splintered under my skin,
and the blood rushed to fight infection,
I like to read books
and watch the sunset
pull dirt out of sentences.
I was always choosing between a relationship and my cherished
and essential alonement
my connection to Self
denied for dozens of...
Words fly on the midnight sparks
They land sideways burning our dust
I stand on the edge, my breath a stream
My step a noose, a lonely...
However clear, it is
always unclear to hit the
mark of unquestioning
compatibility that will
some day make history
in the circle...
The town was Show Low
named for a poker hand
way up in the White Mountains
of wild western Arizona
how very ironic
we met in a poker...
there is so much beauty and so little time
which makes me tearfully treasure the breath of life
and your sun kissed shoulders and...
This is my muted voice. This is a language of my own choosing. The kind that pulls me away from people and erects walls in the vacuum of...
Turning in on itself,
turning out reflecting images of men,
transforming into disgust.
As a small child, I tentatively
reached my feet toward the floor
apprehensive of the crevice,
the mere inches
where darkness bleeds...
When the silence starts to scream,
when the pain starts to demand,
I search for a crowd,
one that can distract the deafening silence.
I touched upon my entire anatomy of silver ribbons and glittering intentions and deep black tar of unidentifiable insecurity without first...
He smiles, kissing her many scars, dark eyes paying them homage. Making different
memories, she prays for acceptance. That she will not...
Once he was gone...
once my world came to a screeching HALT...
you were gone with everyone else -
and it was silent.
There is a number, a precise hour, minute, second between the sun's revolving door and the moon's sparkly shine when the world grows quiet...
I hear the breath of the earth surround me
as mud bubbles pop they sound
like the tension released
between my own two tucked in...
there is a danger to dismissing history
and we will be the price bloodied
folded over ourselves
Alive in a gilded age of silver-tongued wordsmiths
well-versed in hypocrisy and greed,
our deaths before sunset transverse transsexual...
She makes magic with her warm colors,
and lets us play with our creativity.
for my part I don't deserve you
but yet you believed in me
before I believed in myself
and on one trembling knee
I am humbled by your...
I think my love language is all of you it does not even exist to write it down. I do not know how I function with my guts pulled apart by...
She said she never had boyfriends.
But she also said something about
a tulip growing in her garden of daisies –
I couldn't sleep anyway
There was nothing else to do with my rage and sorrow
no one believed me - everyone hid in the shadows of shame