Cracked knees Crooked heart Black lungs Bruised Start Broken teeth Weighted feet …Yet he remains in love with me.Read more "Yet He Remains"
“I think as an artist, to become an artist, you have to love yourself so much. Then, you have to find someone; You have to find someone who loves you even more…” He said after I questioned love. And I thought. I sunk in my thoughts. Thought upon thought of all the things that I […]Read more "Love and Art"
The world moves in rhythmic Time. Everything has a pulse, a tempo, a beat. Like a heart. Your heart. I found mine skipping along side it with my hand in yours. I felt it in your fingertips. I heard it upon your chest. I crawled inside. I danced with you. Though I was out […]Read more "Rhythmic Time"
I write romantic things for privileged women who call themselves girls much passed their girlhood. They read with me. They stare at the make-up on their faces. We are made up and lined. Every day, new lines. Crooked lines. Curved lines. Lines lines lines. I pray to whatever god I believe in that day for […]Read more "Romance Novelist"
I sign another line. This time, I do not think about the hoops and swirls and dots. I don’t stop to break a stroke. My hand is stable and my eyes are dry. I flip the paper. I sign another line… …It was a long time ago. When I was young, younger than you are […]Read more "I am Christmas Morning"
I walk the edge of the crowd watching for cracks in the pavement like a child. And like a child, I stare at the ostentatious drunkery that dances around me. I convince myself that I am within myself and outside of everything else. I tell stories in my head about the people I see and […]Read more "Hope for Love is My River of Slime"
There were two men. One was a good man who acted in malicious ways. The other was a bad man who wore the mask of a good one. I loved them both. I was deceived by both. One tricked me with a lie. The other made me out for a fool. Both were absorbed with […]Read more "The Big Win"
I am a rapt lover. Wrapped in love. I love all over. I am stagnant in a fugitive moment. Flashing touch. Fleeting and focused. I love all over. Twisted. Tangled. Transfixed on emotion. Every word. Every breath. I am attached and devoted. I love all over. I adore and he desires. I am high and […]Read more "I Love All Over"
So I’ve often joked with Miss Drinking and Diving about creating a drinking game based off our experiences on tinder. You know, as women seeking men, there are a lot of standard sights on the ole swiperoo app-shirtless selfies, holding a freshly caught fish, flipping off the camera, etc. Fellas, from my limited experience of […]Read more "Tinder Files Part 1-Coming Soon"
I have lost every man When I love Some go to the mountains Others go to sea But the one I loved the hardest Became a part of me.Read more "When I Love"