A Walk Through Time and Deterioration

The small hand of the clock is on eleven, I reach over to the night stand for a flashlight--without it a long dark trek to the bathroom would lie before me--a daunting route for a five year old from her childhood bed in her Granny's home. Outside the sky is bright for this time of …

I’ll try to describe it, but I think it’s only for me

Isn't life beautiful in the way that we have so many intimate moments with ourselves? Where no-one else is capable of knowing or understanding? A compilation of calendar years that won't settle to arrange themselves in an agenda. Like when I finally cried, and it was silent and warm. I loved that drive, past the …

Legacy without hurt

You said you felt like me--coming back from a walk with fallen leaves I would've picked out, fallen from a tree I wonder what will be my impact that lasts the joy, growth, and pain intertwined from our pasts

Three Unearthed

August Evening I disclosed a l l of it to you As if it wasn't eight years ago The tears The blame The secrets I was forced to keep The uneaten food wrapped up in her spit napkins Eight years ago I believed I deserved the guilt You were calm. You were careful. Studying my …

Performance

Connected to my senses, no matter which way they pull you in a trance of synethesia I recognize all that I'm doing as performative. In my own spirals of becoming I'm reminded to continually turn to the power of the ocean and ask how I am my own Beau Capitaine. It is only the sun …