Moment
In a moment, I understood the heaviness of words and the weightlessness of fingers: intertwined. In response to Emily Roberts’ prompt.
In a moment, I understood the heaviness of words and the weightlessness of fingers: intertwined. In response to Emily Roberts’ prompt.
*a burlesque poem. my brother has the words “this is not for you” tattooed across the upper left side of his chest. my first love is immortalized by a swallow taking flight on the back of my neck because i read once that if you love something, you set it free. free, was the last word […]
He said I love you like he meant it and at some point, I believed him. That point came a few years too late but that’s not really my point. My point was that I should have loved him back in a way that could accurately describe red to a blind man but red is […]
I was 19, when his “hello” changed me. we spent fragrant afternoons drenched in sunbeams, wash of sand rubbing his heart smooth — his voice an anchor, holding me still. we built a fort out of beer cans and pillow talks, unspoken tomorrows whispered into skin, promises that lingered long after i left. i found his “hello”, […]
letting go is the easiest thing in the world. it is holding on that demands blood and sweat and tears. it is holding on that demands survival of the fittest. demands commitment and communication. letting go is easy when you have nothing to lose and nothing to gain. letting go is the easiest thing when you’re 21 and […]
Life Comes Knocking — Crashing in When you don’t answer. Some people just can’t take a hint. *This form of poetry is called a Fib, based on the Fibonacci sequence, and is usually 1-1-2-3-5-8. This piece was first published on Medium, by Poetry-in-Form. If you’d like to read more of my other poetry and prose, feel […]
Life blossoms in those moments when sun burns and your sweat drips and your muscles scream. It exists in that hollow ache between each breath as you gasp for survival.
Back home, where we were told we could be whoever — so we chose to run. Run away with me? This piece was originally published on Medium, by Poetry-in-Form, and is part of a project called Chained: A collaborative Cinquain chain. Click on the link to check out the full project, with all the other stanzas. If […]
the poetry in motion that sliced your breathing in half and told you life was yours for the taking, but fear arrested you and you fell dripping with sweat that never left but left you cold with a sheen that you couldn’t shake. the heat that coursed through your 18 year old vessels, with his […]
You didn’t believe them when they said Someday, your views would change. You thought they were old and couldn’t understand. You were wrong. You couldn’t comprehend the knowledge they were pressing wrought from experiences that you couldn’t be saved from Sometimes, harm, is the best thing that can come from living. It hurt. God, did […]