NOT EVERYONE IS HIM

Can inconsistency be a trauma? The way he said he loved me The way his eyes devoured me How his hands moved over me I remember feeling so high Destination cloud nine please He did everything right Made me lemon squares Opened my doors for me Dressed up to take me out “Let’s just drive…

#BeReal -STEPHANIE MUSARRA

Please help me welcome Stephanie Musarra to #BeReal as she shares with us her experience with homelessness.  It is easy to make assumptions about someone who is homeless because let’s face it… many of us have never been there.  We tend to believe this is a problem we will never be faced with.  But I…

MISOSOUPNY

Pretty white dress Stands alone Listen as it speaks Don’t stress It’s ok It’ll be okay Don’t worry Don’t digress It’s a process It’s just a dress Soup spoons Fall from the sky As white dress Falls to the ground Trampled Sorry for the mess Nothing to see here It’s a process We confess Hey…

HE SAID SHE SAID

Where are you now That the ink smeared Itself across the page Blurring black and white Hiding motivations Condemning intentions Dividing all endeavors For dignity and respect Where are you now That the exposure Has us frostbitten Naked and scarred Everything given up Bared and sacrificed Once again Once again Once again And no more…

BY THE THROAT OF A GHOST

  I promise I won’t lie I am broken Slashed open Innocence stolen And parts of me Are provoked By the throat Of a ghost Forming words That cursed The world I see Coerced and hurt A past rehearsed For many decades I constantly revert And my heart blurts It’s pain into reality And my…

WHEN THE SEQUINS FALL

I’ve been thinking a bunch about the last decade of my life. Much of it was captured right here on this blog. I’ve been absent lately. Life just had a way of demanding my attention. Holding me accountable. Changing me. Healing me. And as I look at the things I’ve written… I barely recognize this…

SOMEBODY, MAYBE YOU

You find yourself free of a toxic relationship.  But how free?  Don’t let the memories keep you tangled in the past.  Find a way to unravel them and use them to propel yourself into a future free of cobwebs. Trying like mad to untangle The last torturous threads Of our fucked up history Knotted webs…