Humanity: Raw & Unfiltered
I cried most of the morning, stopping the voices. I wanted to kill you, but I married you instead. I had so much hope, yet I knew it was as useless as loving without receiving. I stabbed you, but you did not bleed. You tasted like salty jokes, eternal nightmares, Read more
my father never saw me smoke he didn’t see the way the clouds come out of my mouth and make beautiful shapes in the sultry sky between me and Her. I have never liked the way a cigarette felt between my two fingers but the sight of it between Her Read more
With a wink and a calculated sway I play my fertility like mahjong. I draw the standard rules and what piece I’ll give away is up to me. A stroke here, a lick there, my body and heart’s the winning hand only with permission. I will not let you rob Read more
The unshaven man in front of the clinic who smells of neglect and looks belligerent, as though he always has to have a cause to make him visible, now holds up the picture of a bleeding fetus, declaring his one power to participate in creation, no matter on what terms, Read more
The words are peeking in at the oddest times they want to say so much but I shelter them from eyes. I need to protect their vulnerability they need me too much now rely on me like a child. I want to make it stop during these moments I want Read more
You, are not just something I write about – for, of, around or under. You, are something that flies so close to my wing then dives down for a fish. Does not tell me of the school. A wise therapist once told me my blue eyeliner made me look pretty. Read more
It was the week before Christmas, when all through the house The kids were asleep, but the parents were out. They searched through the malls, trying desperately to find, One special gift for their child, which was sold out online. They searched Amazon, Target, GameStop and more, Trying to find Read more
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 moment could be better than this secret summer, with you my lover. (It took us nine hours to drive here). Instead, I speak truth: “It’s winter.” Read more