What a trip. Justin and I are currently sitting at a coffee shop off of Main st. in Springfield, Oregon called Washburne. Drinking a cup of green tea that came with a cute little pale blue teapot full. Currently, we're reflecting on the events happening last night up until now. The tour was going pretty … Continue reading October 23, 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)
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
Worth
(A million things in one month that turned into a poem with some kind of sense, I think) When every day is worth Its weight in cigarettes and beer It's hard to hear the hope chest cracking open between your ears. It's easy to feel the abundance; Our shoulder-perched buckets fill quickly with every passing … Continue reading Worth
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
Lucid Dream
Three paths Like flames licking a yellow lab laying by a fireplace Arise before me. Their landscapes a whispering lighthouse language. A distant forest, a barren desert, a grassy knoll. Curiously I climbed the simple hill, What could this conscious conjure beyond the green? A lake, moon blue and calm. Thin white strings dangled lifeless … Continue reading Lucid Dream
Starved
As the distance between us decreases, I feel your influence settling in- Siphoning strength from my bones, My weakness, My hungry calcium goddess. I feel so readied for your return, Though I am not sure that I will be able to withstand the crushing blow Of your presence. The deserved gift of your starving body … Continue reading Starved
Your Hands
Human contact craving, Magnetic oxytocin. A hand, leeching emotional algae Like a sea urchin weeping on shore, Seamlessly empty. A teacup’s steam creeps through Into shirt seams Like hands brushing pale cheeks. Pinch me, It’s okay. I’m only dreaming Of your hands.
Distant Rain
From the place where you may gracefully sit, dance, or lay- Can you feel the effortless sway of the wind in my veins? It’s prodding up goosebumps when I hear your name. How the places between my fingers and teeth fill In attempt to push out the grief When I hear you speak. How your … Continue reading Distant Rain
Intrinsic Significance 