Humanity: Raw & Unfiltered
I hate to imagine the times I made my mother cry behind the closed door. She wanted to see my face when she looked at her reflection, but I was on the other side of a two-way mirror. I didn’t want to look like her, after seeing her twist and Read more
They say destruction is a form of creation and God knows we’ve had enough devastation to last us three or four lifetimes— so we spin, moving faster and faster not just to forget about the despair but maybe also to see if we build up enough velocity, will something stick Read more
When he found you, you were like a caretaker of living vines. You walked free up and down rows of collected lives, learning their ways, seeing the value in their twists and turns. He licked his lips, shook his jailhouse key in anticipation of the mayhem he would bring your Read more
My hand aches forging a kinship with my heart and my head, side effects of sleepless nights and too many poems. My words render no verdict, reduced to scrawled symbols inadequate of expressing the affliction of my affection for you. The rhetoric betrays me— fractured, a breakdown. So I crumble Read more
Summer meant grandma’s 80’s brown conversion van. Brown carpet, brown velvet curtains, semi-sheer accordion blinds and dimpled beige leather seats and a third row, pulled at the rusts into a bed. A speaker system more elaborate than the dash and a giant bread cupboard that actually stored a mini box TV. Read more
