Her scent entices
I’d risk chill for first tender
fragrant breeze of March
(feat. in The Lanthorn)
Her scent entices
I’d risk chill for first tender
fragrant breeze of March
(feat. in The Lanthorn)
I tried to wine, dine, and dance
after holding your rough hands,
closing my eyes,
slaying grace.
Illusions of my upper crustRead More »
I feel like a toilet paper roll
on a steep mountainside-
always struggling upwards,
not moving at all.
Afraid of falling down.Read More »
Digging through the attic chest,
throwing kisses across the floor
Digging through the attic chest,
scavenging for something moreRead More »
The fists that hit,
cuffed.
The feet that kicked,
chained.
The girl that fell,Read More »
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 »
Is this what you expected?
Probably.
If childhood is war, what is life past the cusp of innocence?Read More »
Do you imagine God used his thumbs
when he formed Adam from the dust?Read More »
Lurching waves launch up to reach
the power across jagged edges shot,
ricocheting down to kiss,
to ultimately betray.Read More »