He captured me and held me before I even knew to struggle. He held me enslaved inside words that tied me up and restricted my senses. I was bound happily feeling the comfort of my captivity. As long as I was imprisoned with him… my master, I was safe; I was content. He had a…
This one is for my friend Sarah Fader I can see it you know Black beginning to yawn At the edges of your smile The gloom that curls up Inside your distant eyes The universe ticking by Like a doomsday clock I recognize it you know The darkness that crawls Into your mood at night…
This is a love letter written by my best friend to all the people who make connections via “selfies”. By loving others you learn to love yourself. Lizzi has seen so many sides of me and me of her because “selfies” aren’t simply just images; they connect our distant worlds. She gets a picture of each new…
The moment I saw you Your eyes swallowed my reality Held completely captive Seeing into the deepest part of me Your love drowning me Teaching me a new way to breathe No more the way it used to be The possibilities in you inspiring me Nothing could ever be, would ever be As important as…
Inside this crazy acid denim destiny I painted all my dreams on pavement And skinned up both my knees Threads hanging from skies of gold Tangled up like ornamental knots Weave brows to bone I cannot tweeze And I weep into liturgical vessels Wondering how I will ever keep Those who have become my trestle…
Because we all have our walls! I crash so hard into all your walls Breaking bones as your voice calls Racing to find you my heart stalls Searching rooms dark and small Constantly stopping in every hall Yelling over furniture far too tall Under beds and tables I crawl Just know… I will find a…
Laura A Lord is one of the first female poets who captivated me with her raw strength. She continues to tell stories that captivate my attention and she just came out with a new book that I hope you will take time to order and read! She is beautifully creative and she will keep you…
Is it? So hard to believe Your voice Sounds like a song Floating on notes I never want to end Is it? So hard to believe I watch the sun set So I can see you Painting the night With racing comets And faraway stars Is it? So hard to believe That your breath Stills…
It’s a bit hard for me to believe I have been doing this for three years. This blog is just a glimpse of who I am, where I have been, and what I am becoming. Thank you to all of you who have stuck with me over the years, encouraged me, and friended me.
If we are lucky we find someone who can not only weather our storm but helps us survive them There is an impending storm Bitten lips bleed from refrain Sighs escape building a form Rigid hips can barely maintain Please don’t let me blow away Inside old historical nonsense Anchor me inside your sway Be…
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