It's been an amazing and exhausting few days! Thanks to some great friends and a little bit of luck, I was gifted an ACL Saturday wristband so I could see Metric and The Cure. THEN another friend of mine messaged me that she had an extra VIP band for the VRBO stage Metric was headlining … Continue reading October 7, 2019
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Accountability (a resurfaced poem)
Squint to reexamine dirt under stained yellow nail bedsForce open examiners to reassess the stained yellow photograph of someone I thought, Me-Brush the dirt off of my body and bed and hoping to reassessors they look pretty and clean. All of this, PostLate night wandering,ginger, and middle shelf whiskeyThat slowly swallowed me wholly as water shouldPreLust for … Continue reading Accountability (a resurfaced poem)
September 30, 2019
It's Monday. I'm at work but its so slow I've got my laptop open and I'm making edits to my poetry book for Waterfront Festival in November. A good second-mom friend of mine is helping me make the changes and print out copies for me to sell at the festival! This weekend went by way … Continue reading September 30, 2019
My Mother’s Hands
Work in progress To be lifted up to the sky, overcast. To be cradled in the warm sun. To be held at all angles, To have your skin gently washed in the kitchen sink on college street while teething on a blue towel, sucking out its juice. To be saved from drowning after missing a … Continue reading My Mother’s Hands
Fooling Ourselves
Unglued colour Misplaced heels Coming home Camera reels, Thread Pretty parents Pretty kids You'd never guess How they would live, Dead Love and laugh Choke and hate Growing crooked Playing straight, Red Killer whales Living bones Fresh wars Old stones, Bent Slave to substance Sworn to sorrow So much … Continue reading Fooling Ourselves
It’s Nice to See You
Step out of your car. Walk through the grass and over the stone path into the door of a kitchen, And the home of one hundred and twenty weary souls that consider you their sunshine. Often they ask me why they’re still around, What more there could possibly be for them to hear or see. … Continue reading It’s Nice to See You
September 2019
How different the sound and pressure feel Crushing coffee beans, ice cubes and millipedes beneath a rubber soul. To have crushed so many that this is something able to be distinguished. To reluctantly have put several half crushed bodies out of their misery After Watching them walk backward With crushed heads. My heart crumbles with … Continue reading September 2019
The Reality of Impact
Our most important Star Burns child's eye bright in this Texas heat. A shiny yellow, sweltering, sparkle-drenched sauna That morphs the sea blue sky foggy just for me. But I've been praying for rain, Perched upon bony knees, bruising blisters in the bottom of the shower drain. And I haven't been praying Because I can … Continue reading The Reality of Impact
Hide and Seek
Sometimes our memories are stray animals taken in, Or new relationships suffocated, or worn thin. Squeeze too tight and you lose 'em. Hold fast to the strings pulled on your heart in your past and you screw them. Where your mind, like a careless child must have threw them away. Now, my mind likes to … Continue reading Hide and Seek
A Road With No Footprints
You had become a road with no footprints; The clock on the wall was no longer cradling your hourglass, So It lowered its arms and gently caught each of us The moment we turned into little kids with our feet in the sand, The moment each of our breaths caught at the news A moment … Continue reading A Road With No Footprints
Intrinsic Significance 