My eyes are full with moonlight. Drinking down stars. Casting spells over plantation lands. Over palm tree fronds, over sour grass limbs brushing milky, midnight skies. I gorge myself on the small things god forgot–the plastic buckets that quietly congregate under shed tops. The clotheslines that cut the night sky. The windows thrown… Continue reading Tenement Window #2
Checkered vans. Ripped jeans. Scabbed knees. Charcoal rimmed eyes. A touch that melted my mind. A moment that beat my heart. I lingered on you. Skateboard in your hand. Eyes following you. Shy and timid. I loved you. The boy. The man you became.
Six-thirty a.m. It waits in place of his warmth as he leaves the bed of rusling, white sheets. Winter settles into the room, over our things—a teddy-bear, a china doll, flowers, driftwood, the old antique chest, stacks of books. I cling to his heat in the absence of him. He contains me, keeps me falling.… Continue reading Love- To the Nine Years
"Sing," she says. And I feel myself lifting off the pages, away from the rocks I've packed inside of my pockets to hold me down. To tie me to the girl I was. I am. I will be. But, she doesn't need to be bound to the ground to be--more. Everything. Nothing. Herself. Thank you.
I wanted to give up my dream of feeling the wind from a high place. I no longer wanted to see what was at the top of trees. I no longer wanted to know what it might feel like to have sprigs of green be the un-solid place where I stood. I no longer wanted… Continue reading A feather in my view
“I'm going to run away,” I tell Mother. It's raining, glass windows stained with racing tears. Sadness settles inside of me and I want to cry like the world is crying. But, I can't. I don't know why. “I'm going to run away and never come back!” Mother quietly listens, brown eyes watching me.… Continue reading the sound of rain
"I don't like my mind right now Stacking up problems that are so unnecessary Wish that I could slow things down I wanna let go but there's comfort in the panic And I drive myself crazy Thinking everything's about me Yeah, I drive myself crazy 'Cause I can’t escape the gravity" Heavy- By Linkin Park