May 18, 2018

You see my body like a treasure map to an island that needs conquering.

Harboring your ship in my hips, colonizing my innocence for your personal glory.

Pompously holding my map in your forceful hand.

But boy don’t you see, the rightful owner of that map is me.

Those red d...

May 17, 2018

i’ve recently gotten into the business of dealing good thoughts, taking my own daily prescription and distributing it to others. i’ve got it all, kindness, compliments, support, forgiveness. Sure the money's good but i’m weaning for a taste of my own. But you see, i ca...

May 17, 2018

America, it’s time to wake up.

There are still women who scream out their stories,

Only to be ignored

As if their vocal cords have been cut with the knives that are the words of men who say

“You better not say a word.”

And they don’t say a word, they shove their story down...

May 12, 2018

Forgotten and alone

Lost behind ancient root-gripped hills

An abandoned home

Cataracts of flora pull away.

Windows once shining life, now shattered, polluted

Walls blackened by mold, timber oozing wet pulp

Floorboards pummeled crooked like rotten teeth

What unwrought gold or...

May 7, 2018


Another firecracker shot drops,



Turning what is into what is


Tearing through the years that had been,

Through the years that were,

And through the years that would be,

Life dismissed with a bang,

And then the quiet exhale of a sigh

Leaving behind the question:


May 7, 2018

I’ve always been good at playing games.  

It all started with Monopoly.  

I collected properties faster than a charmer

who’s perfected the art of hoarding torn-up hearts

and putting them on display

as if to say,

“Look at me… I broke two more since yesterday”.  

Now that’s not...

May 7, 2018

Who do you think you are?  

Shouting to me from across more than one sea “If it’s meant to be, it will be”.  

As if love can be safely propped up on the fingertips of stars,

as if the sun were to finally get a grip on reality

and say something like despite how bright she’s...

May 7, 2018

I think…

I come from the Heavens,

For the face of the sky is scattered glowing freckles

that mirror the dark ones on my cheeks and this is why I think

I come from Hell.  

The spots on my face are backwards stars,

Each one makes up a larger piece

of a dark black shard of ice I...

May 5, 2018

Creativity bleeds ink onto paper,

Fingers fly across black keys,

Thoughts moving quicker than 100 words a minute.

A simple thought,

Still frame of an image,

One word,

Inspires ten pages in five minutes.

Mind whirring,

Painting spectrum blurs across the irises.

Words soar into a...

May 4, 2018


Ideas form in my mind out of the fog that resides there

Coagulating into words that shuffle around their letters

In an occasionally futile attempt to find the perfect term

Before racing along the power lines of my nerves and down

Down the highways that my brain has in...

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