A poem about vocabulary and memory.
Category Archives: Poetry
What is the true determinant of joy?
An essay about joy.
City Emotions
Working through feelings of sorrow, freedom, love, and retribution.
You
A poem about you.
Exaltation
I turned our pictures face side downAnd stopped playing the songs you sent meRemoved my favorite necklaceWith your smiling face etched into the locketFrom its home around my neckBreathed a new scent that I had begun to forgetAnd others seemed to miss
The Spent Woman
Every day is a battle against pick-me-ism.
Free form therapizing
I think about the sun sometimes. Being her. Perhaps exploding with her, our brilliant light streaking through the universe like a crashing orgasm, leaving the planets and stars shaking, thrashing about contentedly.
Som days
What does it mean to define yourself in adulthood, separate from the trauma our parents unknowindlgy inflicted on us?
Monologue 1
This one I think is meant to be performed. When I wrote it, it sounded like a monologue. Someone telling whoever would listen how she fucked up her plants.
Lullabies
Written one night when I couldn’t fall asleep and I was tired of the way I was writing my old poems.
