Humanity: Raw & Unfiltered
I stopped being a child at the age of ten. The age when I learned that my armpits, like my intimate parts, must be hidden from the public eye. But of course, my armpits are much more inconvenient to hide, especially in a tropical country. I remember each moment I 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
A Prelude As sea monsters of legend, they share an unbreakable bond. Thinking as one, feminine strength has been mortifying for flesh and bone men who quiver, petrified of the merest mention of these maritime females. Mighty gods, brave sailors, even the likes of Odysseus, they have challenged, rising above Read more
…burning with curiosity, she ran across the field after it, and was just in time to see it pop down a large rabbit-hole under the hedge. In another moment, down went Alice after it, never once considering how in the world she was to get out again. I am sitting 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