Humanity: Raw & Unfiltered
You can’t ask me to repeat any of it. If it’s written somewhere on a bathroom wall, it was shouted at the top of someone’s lungs. Obscenities in juxtaposition bordering on blasphemous spewed through windows rolled down, birds flying from clinched fists, horns honking, vehicles jerking and weaving between lanes Read more
I lift heavy hair off my neck and let the breeze diverge and collapse on my shoulders like cornsilk. The sky is still blue and the clouds hang migrating where the wind blows and I tell myself to see the beauty in this moment even if its wrenching my heart Read more
The internet swallowed me Began innocently enough many years ago. Excitedly anticipating those three words: You’ve got mail Here I am years later fully devoured Be it on phone, laptop or the not so social media, The internet’s brazen child. Floating amongst texts looking for syntax Relationship born and not Read more
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