Poetic Justice
Your body language speaks your name. I have only my words. I’m a bundle of all things that hide inside “I’m okay.”
Poetry
Someone Who Looks At Facebook Pictures of Strangers
Two strangers who once were not. Or were they?
The Past As Dirty Secrets
“as if the past is a monster, a trap, not a blanket of known thorns, an old jacket that just fits too tight in the same way a corset does”
Pockets Of Courage
Inside my pockets, I keep pieces of courage, to reach for when I need them.
Nila Soru
Nila soru.
Food eaten under the moon.
Food shared with the moon.
Nila soru.
Patchwork Relationship
All of you homesick for the sickness of love, hating yourself for thinking of an ex, propping yourself on memories of a relationship, wondering if healing will ever be clean. It won’t. It can still be beautiful. Includes a podcast performance.
Music Lessons With Lolita
“Eena, I sang for an hour today”, says Lolita to her imaginary friend.
Books | Poetry | Pop Culture
Whirling Dervish
I hope the whirling never ends. Then I remember, nothing is endless.
Change Of Weather
A poem written for Earth Day about climate change
The Dark Side Of You
Is it anger? Is it pain? It is fear? I’m going to tell you a secret. It’s none of these things. These are the gifts you bring to your hidden self and put away like unopened presents from people you wish would have given you their selves instead. You take…