Coffee

Story of the Day 4/7/15   “Fuck.” I let out under my breath softly, as he bit the corners of my mouth. What I didn’t expect to happen was coming more hastily than I had originally anticipated. As we sat on the little red duvet on the floor sipping our coffee, August lifted his left…

Not Enough

11.12.14 Today I met a boy who thought my watch was far too large for my wrist. It was the first thing he had noticed about me despite my oversized tacky flannel shirt. I then looked at his wrist, and saw that his watch, unlike mine, was small and had stopped running. And who was…

Bloom

11.2.14 Bloom   into little eukaryotic cells into little tissues into pulchritudinous organs into a breathing blastocyst. everything that is you: A beautiful composition, A masterpiece. A temple, A work of art. A fruitful garden. A formula for greatness. You possess the ingredients that compose this very complex universe. So,fleet. Fleet into the world. Unlatch…

I am Not Dead Yet

July 2015 I am not dead yet but I will be soon. Maybe tonight, if I go to sleep at the right moment at the right time, I will be able to die in my dreams. Where all is surreal and abstract it means everything and yet it means nothing.   I am not dead…

Ballad for Abigail

6.21.15 Sweet little sister, my beautiful girl  you are a flower,   a delicate pearl.    You are a mountain     made of tough-soiled terrain;      you are the sunshine       that follows the rain.        With hazelnut eyes         roasted to perfection          and your laugh being the sweetest,                    most candied confection,            You are a forrest             made of thick canopy woods;…

Her

6.24.15   She her hers   female woman girl   If only I could give her all of the world in a little box, filled with flowers and pearls. And then she would love me, and then she would see, that everything here is for her, not for me.   The dazzle in those smokey…

I Refuse

6.24.15 I Refuse. I refuse to apologize for my reproductive system;  for my monthly menstruation and my ruby stained garments.    I refuse to apologize for my tight fitting blouses,      for the curves defined by my slim denim trousers.        I refuse to apologize for not wearing a bra,          for being deemed as  “inappropriate” and “promiscuous”.            because…

Drunk with Love

10/07/15                        Drunk with love I am perched onto the back of flight. Grasping onto the arms of the wind, pressing my left cheek against the back of her air. fleeting past the current of humanity. And then, I let go of her frozen hands. and said goodbye. She kissed me goodnight; placed me to…

Age

  9.11.15 They say that age is just a number. No. It is a wall; a blocking force. A deceptive tool used to manipulate and measure knowledge. You’re twenty seven. I wonder what that even means. I’ve seen more in life than nineteen years could ever offer. I’ve indulged in the epitome of happiness, and…

He Who Shot The Great White Fox

2010 Fall was slowly dying, as winter made his way. His entrance was quite bitter, and so was his long stay. But he had other friends that stayed near within sight, and so they came to greet him with astonishing delight. When all of winter’s creatures came out to laugh and play, he let them…

Sinking

2011 Waterfalls pouring outside my window, as I listen to the sodium fall.  I’m the captain of my ship sinking below, releasing my anchor to cradle and all. Lights out, as I lull myself to a slumber; my blankets are waves, I’m the bay. A cup of tea by my side to enjoy the ride,…

Acid

10.31.14 To lie awake in a pool of dreams and ride the waves of the midnight streams sipping the decadence of happiness with every pull of air extracted from each breathe, is the epitome of birth and death. And though the perfume of sadness persists, I lick away the very last taste from my lips…