Category: Poetry
Sunglass Hut
I wear my sunglasses when I step outside so no one will be able to tell I am high, the red railway map of my eyes guides the way; Vivid scenery, colored lenses help my sensitive eyes not to fry from sun rays throwing shade around ears to hear to Read more
Things to Tell My Daughter
Be a witch. Oppose everything you see, read and hear strummed up as fact and scavenge for truth. Be a witch. Protect your mind and your body. Resist those who destroy what they fail to understand. Be a witch. Embrace your inner goddess, possess her shamelessly. Be brave and bold. Read more
Tinge
This, then will cure me, no, not that, an edge of knife blade, self-turned to pinch at wrist, not slice, just tip in to test resolve, not once, twice to be certain, I am too much coward for whip-wounds, self-inflicted scourges, this, too, requires courage, wind whipping at bare throat Read more
Time’s Signature
The words of those around me, I know, are shallow still for all their false depth of character. The words I keep from me, I know, are deeply held on shallow shelves for easy reach. I crave to only ever hear my voice, whispering in the life I dance. May Read more
Panties Be Gone
I love to feel the breeze above my knees, swirling beneath ballooning skirt, and reaching my secret places unhampered by nylon, lace, cotton or convention Just like a little kid going commando I love to venture forth in public places, with this secret knowledge hugged tight around me like a Read more