Posted on September 25, 2020 Leave a Comment
A genie came to me today with a different sort of deal. “I’ll give you just one wish,” he said “One wound that you can heal.” So I sat upon the wishing tree and contemplated my position. I thought of heaven and of hell and the price of their admission. “What have you decided, girl?” […]
Posted on November 23, 2019 Leave a Comment
I am searching for something that doesn’t exist a secret that lives somewhere between dusk and “I miss you” hidden in that small voice in the back of your head that whispers “you’re missing something” or “what have you forgotten?” an unexplored part of the pacific or the atlantic or something in between I never […]
Posted on January 1, 2019 Leave a Comment
I am so full and so empty I fill my pockets with stones and watch the scale tick tick tick to the right I paint my face to avoid looking myself in the eye I am a skeleton inside folds of skin that I coat lovingly with cocoa butter willing my own softness to seep […]
Posted on January 1, 2019 Leave a Comment
they say today is the start of something new each hour filled with the promise of change and the possibility of becoming something different someone different yet I am stuck my skin belongs to someone else on loan from a company that no longer exists but still charges a monthly rental fee it is a […]
Posted on June 29, 2018 Leave a Comment
I am awake blinking, bleary, morning-after basking in shadows that taste just like sunlight and clear water days unimagined. I am awake pink, yellow, gold with promise planting impossibilities in my garden and scattering magic on my tongue.
Posted on November 25, 2017 Leave a Comment
Dappled emeralds coated decaying pine needles Ninety bones for one night She counted them out Enough for two galaxy viewings One hundred and eighty They thudded against thick stationary paper Fancy “Can I buy a few sheets?” A nod from behind the counter Misplaced whiskers floated in the foreign breeze Forgotten skin drifted in the […]
Posted on November 25, 2017 Leave a Comment
a maple leaf sits in the center of the churning atlantic yellowed aimless not wondering how it got there not caring where it goes how beautiful it must be to be the only autumn leaf but not know you mean the end
Posted on November 22, 2017 Leave a Comment
My soul is so tired. Like the tree in my front yard that was struck by lightning it creaks in the wind, just barely standing, constantly threatening to fall. It asks me from it’s curled up ball in a dark corner “when can I go home?” and I know it doesn’t mean when are we […]
Posted on October 19, 2017 Leave a Comment
A single feather lost from a collection of pillows floating across sunbeams buffeted by turrets of dust dappled in the same sameness of every tomorrow and yesterday no more wasted invitations no more sighing obligations no me no more
Posted on October 13, 2017 Leave a Comment
The sky is deceptively blue today And bugs whine in the Indian summer heat (Is it still an Indian summer if it happens every year?) I woke up late Which is to say I woke up at the same time I always do Which is to say I have no reason to get up in […]
