white hot: a poem

Ashamed of the way you made me ashamed of the way I think, of my sight, sound, and propensity. In my heart I know it’s all nonsense, hiding in embarrassment should be reserved for something worse than passion. but the skin is thick and the body more so. muscle, bone, sinew, humor I’m not strong... Continue Reading →

nightwish was my jam: a poem

Thumping base and opera, the talk of nomadic mystics on fire content to be shut out. Those fingers of timbre and rhythm reached through my chest and spread into my lungs. They planted seeds that grew into trees and filled me up. Included in the excluded, in the crazies and dreamers with passion eating them... Continue Reading →

Nunya: A Poem

I’ve always thought my private thoughts are nunya business. They suck emotional energy to unpack so why should I unpack for just anyone? Please don’t shame me for not being open. How am I doing? I’m spring-loaded, not sure what I want but ready to betray myself to get it. What have I been up... Continue Reading →

Leaky Old Plumbing

Today, I felt myself get up for the first time. Mouse gray light through my thin curtains. Warm bed, foreign but homey. Work clothes over my desk chair, waiting. Heater on, softly clicking. Chickadees pecking. Early, hungry. Nothing on my nightstand but books and bandaids. My eyes were crusty, but not from tears. My heart... Continue Reading →

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