Humanity: Raw & Unfiltered
You bite your lip in nervous habit, a tiny blossom of blood rises. I want to put my thumb there, to taste the salt and pain. In nervous habit, I want this blood to rise like a rose against your thigh. Tiny blossom against my lips. I want your bite, Read more
It all started with a kiss that was something like a dirty bomb going off unexpectedly in a populated city in a movie that I’d seen before where the survivors walk the streets but the reaction takes years to dissipate among the residue, ticking off seconds on a Geiger counter Read more
waltzing in claws sharp and gleaming, you strike the pain inflicted reverberates rattling my core your indifference upon arrival teetering between lurid suggestions and steamy breaths of compassion that is your secret weapon fooled, coerced and blindsided the inconvenient truth is that somehow I have grown to love you playing Read more
Those three words Are an insurrection and a Judgment upon their hypocrisy Syllables and sounds of A personal revolution That I once thought You could say too often But now know When looking at you That I can’t say enough Because in your eyes They become Life’s only best hope Read more
“Why is it no one sent me yet one perfect limousine, do you suppose? Ah no, it’s always just my luck to get one perfect rose.”―Dorothy Parker IF YOU ARE SINGLE Lucky you. 1. You do not have to worry or fret about finding that perfect Valentine’s Day gift! Read more
I almost canceled the coffee date A meeting between old friends Filled with laughter and a few silences About what could have been, instead I almost touched his hand, Walking through the door Café patrons never glanced at us Both with hands, now glinted gold Instead – Time swept past, 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