Poems

Survival is not experience.  It’s luck — pure chance. And every day I feel the devil digging his heels into me  one  step  at  a  time...

I wrote to you again, but only met with silence, my friend. I read your last message again to the world, and to yourself about escaping...

Believing in the future is like a child believing  That all adults are wise and kind There are research papers, and studies, warnings,...

My father used to say: “I raised you this way.” Like Mulan in the war, I passed as a man in girl form. After a few hard years he told me,...

Society’s waste a paper ball thrown to the bin but instead of landing softly in, I bounce and sit next to it, not even able to be...

In this place there is no me. I look in the mirror and all I see is a strangersuffering. She lays in bed for hours, tending to a baby...

Ding dong. Oh, my heart — look at all these monsters at my door. "Trick or treat!" I drop something good to eat, and off they go to the...

I standin the kitchen. On the counter I imagine a scene. I grab a sharp knife, gleaming to a point. Instead of the meat from the...

Deep in the woods between two mossy mounds there’s a bottle seller. He sits behind his stand, sheltered beneath bending branches that...

Depression I wore you once Like the blue dress my mother made me wore When I was a child Itchy Wanting to take you off But forced to smile and nod And perhaps I’ve worn you since Like when my mother fixed my hem A thread must have caught my skin And you got sewed in Years it rested a minor blemish Between my dermis  shielded me from connection growing a deep pain And when I gave life With a roaring cry A heavy black coat fell Draped over my eyes My mouth My mind  even my hear

Giving birth the hardest thing to do. I don’t want to hear it — “the newborn stage, the teenager phase, the terrible twos or threenager...

The house is haunted You have to believe me It doesn’t matter How many EMF machines or cameras we set To catch the ghoul That made us...

Im searching for green A dress to be precise Like one that would inspire a lover To hold his breath And bite his lips As I captivate him...

I’m able to produce a lot at once — one of the talents of modern society. I’m like a factory machine, except less precise. And after...

A mother’s love is like the sea. Yet even the sea can be rough Her waves do not splash evenly. Sometimes, they pull away, making you wade...

It had to happen She needed to be shot down Unsure of when or how I shadowed her around town But she never let her guard down When the...

I didn’t ask if you believed just if you’ve ever found yourself, by chance, in front of a $5 palm reading sign and thought, why not? She...

I crave human connection — like any mammal seeks warmth. The fire-bringer, Prometheus: friend or fool? He lit our way out of the...

The ghost of you follows me to this very day It was the end of any other day we stood together strangers bound to similar routes...

The children They scream. And what a terrible noise. All the more cruel when you know their protectors brought them pain. And the adults...