Punks & Cheese
I’m punk, you’re cheesy. And now I’m writing poems about your loving but you got there via the punks.
The Mate Hunt
Why You Didn’t Call The Next Day
A poem about when you kiss a friend.
A Peach For Breakfast
An old post for a new prompt uncovered the purity of my emotion & unabashed sensuality before I met moral policing. But I still like a good peach.
Love Gardener
Love does arrive, neatly packaged. It grows in mud that stains. Sometimes it poisons your being. Still, I keep it watered and nourished. Because, have you see the flowers?
Love Language
LOVE LANGUAGE – my journey deciphering my experiences through the words of love songs in different languages
Where’s The Flirty Party? – The Power Moves of Flirting
Flirting feels like a party I wasn’t invited to. A concert playing all around me & everyone’s vibing, except me.
Decoding Desire
Desire puts us in the space of seeing what we need, what we yearn for. And this, right now after a long period of starvation & loneliness & desolation is shadowy. The needs are real but are they deep or transient? Will they vanish like FOMO the minute they are…
BLUE or A Rejection Of Romance
His voice holds me. His words unravel me. And the trouble is the unraveling, the undoing, the blurring continue long after the voice has gone silent, the line cold. Because words, they linger. Burning flesh wounds inside defenses. And everything else feels harder, sharper, steelier. I am in a world…
The Political Is Personal
Activists with sincerity on their tongues, burning eyes & tearful hearts. They set mine afire. I register the call of their wild cries, in the pounding in my ears. Eloquent speakers do the same. They tease out the primal me.
To The Guy Who Likes Long Drives
I wrote to all the guys who list ‘long drives’ as what they like on dating apps