I feel like a toilet paper roll
on a steep mountainside-
always struggling upwards,
not moving at all.
Afraid of falling down.Read More »
Tag: poetry
Digging Through the Attic Chest
Digging through the attic chest,
throwing kisses across the floor
Digging through the attic chest,
scavenging for something moreRead More »
the girl that fell
The fists that hit,
cuffed.
The feet that kicked,
chained.
The girl that fell,Read More »
Dig
Soft, fresh, padded arms,
never tanned, never starved,
freshly powdered, swung their way
to Grandma’s House.
I knew I visited the coolest grandmother
when my tear-free washed, towel-dried arms
pressed out against cool linoleum,Read More »
Kyrie
Is this what you expected?
Probably.
If childhood is war, what is life past the cusp of innocence?Read More »
On the Death of Pop Pop
Do you imagine God used his thumbs
when he formed Adam from the dust?Read More »
Child Of Sand
Lurching waves launch up to reach
the power across jagged edges shot,
ricocheting down to kiss,
to ultimately betray.Read More »
Storms (See attached document)
in the grey
in the grey, in the rain, in the
pockets where I shove my hands,
nothing is left but a nickel and one more chanceRead More »
countertop conversations
kissing me
cold
selfishly,
intoxicating liar
the bottle is my
unfaithful partner
and I am her
abuser
Alphabet Ravine 