Humanity: Raw & Unfiltered
On this day I want to feel each ray of sunshine I want to live in this moment from the prairie, within the water between the clouds in the wind. To let my body absorb it with each its senses, to let go but not get lost. Now, this moment Read more
The thorn guards the rose The ribcage protects the heart Did you take your blood pressure pill? You are what I cherish The ribcage protects the heart Drive safely! I know you grow weary of my words Did you take your blood pressure pill? Bark shields the tree from disease Read more
Slave, says my shirt I run barefoot from hurt to hurt The Good Lord’s magic sunshine child A stoner saint in the hippie wild. Slave, says my shirt I stand on hallowed campus dirt A man talks to the runaway There is a day to resist and that is today. Read more
when poems creep beneath the soil there is no hope that they’ll resurface yet nourished on the blood that leaks from wounds or salt and water from a tear they will prove hardy demanding to survive in dreams and crawling out of holes years afterward emerging fully formed wings beating Read more
Supine, she sprawls where she has fallen, not one bird calls where she has fallen. Dead grass covers her form like a shroud, an endless pall where she has fallen. The lightning-struck tree, stiff with black grief, still standing tall where she has fallen. Where is the play of green Read more
Trees in the wilderness, like women waving good-bye. Wind in folds of her dress, like women waving good-bye. Fire in a pile of leaves that lift one by one, like hands that cannot rest, like women waving good-bye. Pregnant sisters bleed like the leaves of fall lie against hospital walls Read more
like a basketball so high with every toss like a doll they throw (but scorn to hold or cuddle) up goes the baby girl laughing first then screaming up up again almost to the ceiling they feel their strength the power of deciding whether to play the hero to find Read more
I know before I hear her singing coming from the kitchen. My eyes are wide open and waiting. The morning is almost upon us, night subsiding slowly, day slipping in on us. My mother and I are not deterred by the chill that has set in. It’s time to pick Read more