After “Hiding” by Florence and the Machines I think you thrive When all the world is burning So do I So do I I think you thrive And we both … Continue reading Ode to the Uterus
After “Hiding” by Florence and the Machines I think you thrive When all the world is burning So do I So do I I think you thrive And we both … Continue reading Ode to the Uterus
I no longer believe in death. That thief of everlasting breath. Where vital functions cease to be, mourners announce the end of me. Yet, microscopic life remains Pulsating throughout every … Continue reading I no longer believe in death

Empathy is a jagged knife held in another's hands cutting through my silken eyes, cracking open my head. Oh, but my love, remind me, what is this pain so sweet that breaks my soul down to the bone and leaves a beating heart to bleed. Silence never felt so loud against my own ears when the screaming finally paused, it only increased my fears. Oh, but my love, remind me, what is this pain so sweet that it breaks my soul down to the bone and leaves a heart to bleed. Trembling hands held a phone to my head buttons pressed, message sent all that was left was the sirens roar the sirens roar the sirens roar! Oh, but my love, remind me, what is this pain so sweet that it breaks my soul down to the bone and leaves a heart to bleed.
Midnight drops, champaign bubbles pop, New York City begins to roar
Franctic notes, scribbled in hope, as the ball slides to the floor
Plastic rains down the drains, same thing year after year
Bodies jump, speaker thump, a ringing in the ear
Yet, under the blacktop, past the last bus stop, there’s
nothing
of note: one soleless Vans covered in sand next to a discarded sock,
three bullet cases, scattered in places, people have forgot
what its like to flee for your life
all while the clocks slowly
stop.
Dedicated to Terry James Booker
A dragon’s roar can
be heard centuries after
his flame fizzled out.
What is tragedy
to you, is prosperity
to lodgepole pine.
Eucalyptus seeds
require fire to grow
do not blow them out.
Do not judge a rose
against a sequoia’s height
or ivy’s green climb
Continue to reach
upwards, outwards, beyond you
past sapling soil
If you cannot grow
through it, take your time and grow
around it, spread out.
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