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My Love Has No Fear

I am not afraid of my naked vulnerabilities or society’s foolish expectations or the ridicule in their eyes or the tears in my own as I...

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Thorn and Kiss

You bite your lip in nervous habit, a tiny blossom of blood rises. I want to put my thumb there, to taste the salt and pain. In nervous...

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Blade Runner Love

It all started with a kiss that was something like a dirty bomb going off unexpectedly in a populated city in a movie that I’d seen...

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Enter the Dragon

waltzing in claws sharp and gleaming, you strike the pain inflicted reverberates rattling my core your indifference upon arrival teetering...

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WANTED

I want you in my life more than what you are But I don’t know what that’ll look like It’s as though I’m surrounded...

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Those Three Words

Those three words Are an insurrection and a Judgment upon their hypocrisy Syllables and sounds of A personal revolution That I once thought...

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Naked

I feel naked without you So very As if I have been exposed Others here have knocked on my doors, scaled my walls and attempted to climb my...

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10 Reasons to Love, or Not Love, Valentine’s Day

“Why is it no one sent me yet one perfect limousine, do you suppose? Ah no, it’s always just my luck to get one perfect...

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I ALMOST/INSTEAD

I almost canceled the coffee date A meeting between old friends Filled with laughter and a few silences About what could have been, instead...

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The Night Before Christmas 2017

It was the week before Christmas, when all through the house The kids were asleep, but the parents were out. They searched through the...

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What We Need

We are sun-baked in the sand, hand in gritty hand, when you ask me, “What’s your favorite season?” Expect me to say—Here. Now. No...

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Brave Enough

We couldn’t survive the hurt Our injured, tattered, fragmented souls had weathered too much and we couldn’t weather each other any...

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Queen Of My Paradise

Queen of my Paradise, The lands you keep run wild with berries That pop hot in the sun, stains spreading into wicked smiles Red, purple,...

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LOST

How can the voices I don’t hear compete with the voices you do? For loving you has become difficult and the wanting of you now...

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Real Me

I never changed I simply became the better version of myself It’s because of you… Did you know? The way you never showed any interest...

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Crazy Stupid Love

My last real boyfriend was named Jave, and we were together from 2000 to 2002. By “real” I mean, he didn’t exist solely as a product...

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“I Love You, Daddy”

I admit it; it’s true. I’m far too sensitive for a grown man. At any given moment, I could easily find myself whimpering, sniffling or...

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Dear Sir

“There was a flower in her heart, it just needed more room to bloom, and when she let it free, she showed the world that sometimes...

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Creating a Feminist Future

My daughter started Kindergarten this year, and in the fourth week of school, a little boy kicked her in the face while she was playing on...

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Marriage

I sit alone in my bedroom you sit alone on the couch. You go to work I stay home. You never call. I never text. Our wedding portrait is on...

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Grandmother-ish

Originally published November 27, 2016 Trudging up the stairs to my grandmother’s third-floor walkup in Manhattan we finally arrive at...

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A Lovely Conversation Amongst Strangers

Redemption was in order, but his sins outweighed her ability to forgive. Two friends, turned strangers, once lovers, now hardly knew each...

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All I have

It was the first time you didn’t fall for my smile, the one you realized wasn’t real. You took me home and tugged me in, You kissed...

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Sticks and Stones

You are better than that, so much brighter than spewing and spitting rhetoric. You are morally responsible and dignified. Honor is your...

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Day 302: Bye, Felicia.

I have written a million poems about my body. How she couldn’t stay in her lane, fit in her assigned container, listen to directions. How...

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Right Here

The April Mom died, I resisted going East, believing that if I didn’t go, she wouldn’t die. I did not want her spry, wise, funny light...

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