Humanity: Raw & Unfiltered
Dusk covers the interstate Beyond the plate glass window Semi-trailer trucks accelerate and roar Driving over daylight savings time The distant sound of comfort I remember. Engines fade On the stairway, turning keys Amber scents and shadows Lost touch, tracing soft and supple To my left and to my right Read more
Sorrow sings to men who sleep with guns Time erodes land to dust and bodies to bone Sky loses color, rivers run black How can masculinity survive? Who says it has to? My ovaries are not your mistress My hands are not your maid If you want to preach natural Read more
*Opening of a short story entitled ‘Camille’ focusing on a perceived vampire of the Victorian era, Camille Monfort. Men flock to me as hungry birds, ravenous for otherness, an exotic morsel to devour. I’m a unique flower, one that grows on mountaintops, cast away from all others that pale in Read more