It’s okay to be hungryYou say that you hurt meWhen you opened yourMouth and let her inIt’s okay to want meWhen you’ve made another Choice, our heartsAre beating without aVoiceto pain we couldn’tname I knew you onceAnd ILoved you twiceAnd I Hate thinking ofyou now I loved you alwaysAnd IKnew you thenAnd IHate thinking ofyouContinue reading “#songswithoutmusic; Hungry for us”
Whenever I think about painting, drawing or creating – I freeze. It’s not that poetry is an easier form of expression. To be honest, there are parts of me that feel mortified that my poetry ‘following’ is not growing faster. But, with visual art, I see these rolling pictures. These past events and people rockContinue reading “Painting again…”
I sip some water and think about my needsin this strange eraof pandemic’s and reamsof sorrowunraveling on my screenthat are not mineit’s a strange thingwhen sadness wakesyou to careyou had not knownyou had anymoreit’s strange how wallswe builddisintegrate, with tears.
This post will be a little different, because I’m in a different space while writing it. But, an important one, I think. Recently, my body went into shock. Then, I had an actual real-life shock. Then, I said, well fuck-it, what do writers do when everything goes to shit? We write. I’m used to theContinue reading “Writing when it hurts…and a poem about us.”
The streets are burningAnd they took your queenPlacards painted red, white, green,Hang around necks whose heads don’t feel safe in their divinely granted place(It’s not about feeling safe) The crowds are hunting freedomSatisfying their tasteFor an unlimited destructionThey don’t care what it takesThe world is watching with shadowed eyesThey tried to take freedom, but freedomContinue reading “We Won’t Look Away”
Dusky stars eat clouds leftover fromsunrise. I’ve been waiting for the sunset,to see how the sea sets,as the rise of the tide,reminds me of the breathI can never seem to catch. I feel my pores breathe in,and my tongue imaginesthat I taste of salt and coffee. I wonder if I taste like thesea and coffee.Continue reading “Sea & Coffee”
God, if I loved ‘yawould’ya hold me through it all?God, if I knew ‘ya, now,Would you tell me it’s okay —to set it down? God, if I knew ya,Walkin’ downtown,With a mask for a face,and a plastic crown —Would ‘ya dance distantlyon a sidewalk with me? Sing through windows,in Italy?Would ‘ya, help me find aContinue reading “2020; the unsung song of the godless ones”