I used to think my creativity comes from suffering and drugs. Access to this magical land was given to me only when earned. Not anymore!
Bittersweet responsibilities of work
You would think I'd welcome having people looking forward to my work. But instead, I'm filled with dread and freeze up. Why am I so petrified of attention?
Exit through the shape they drew #poem
Step by step away from you Step by wrecks to get to gloom Step by step I sing to you May our fates forget us two. Close the door on wishes who Close to hearts forget us too Closest words jump out to who May stand close and paint us blue. Exit through the shape... Continue Reading →
Sheep in snake’s clothing #poem
Have you ever sat down and counted the lives you’ve led? Good daughter, class clown, all the heartbreaks you’ve met, Like a sheep in snake’s clothing, the lies you shed, And if the next dream breaks, at least your heart is fed. Have you ever sat down and counted the people you’ve crossed? Who see... Continue Reading →
Night falls, I call #poem
And if I sing of home, I dream of mountains not yet climbed, I let the birds travel through my voice And twist my vocal chords into a nest Large enough to house a lonely traveller. And if I sing of hell, I point at shadows under my own bed, Climb the duvet to flatten... Continue Reading →
Mind’s seasoning #poem
To stay the same While leaves play dress up in the mind What a shame To choose cornfields over winter beach sanding What a waste When one is standing where no one can find.
My kind of magic (hint you’re it)
My new reality is stringed together by moments of connectivity and self-care. I search for these gems amid the crowd in gigs, on a protest with strangers, in the eyes of my pets. I feel my endorphins dancing when hearing my friends voice, and I am addicted to it. I choose them especially when I... Continue Reading →
ran into your God rough sleeping yesterday
he said his church had turned into a yoga studio
a wide grey canvas clouds my eyes wall of pine trees stretching high in between, a stone sits shy peel off moss: here he lies rotten bouquet sprouting flies joined by you and me and sky flecks of blackbirds passing by breathe out desperate, inhale wide cold fresh air and specks of light any ghosts... Continue Reading →
Sand in my belly button #poem
Stretching my toes onto cold wooden floor My fingers undo whatever i wore Poking at buttons i got from a store My belly deletes all of your wars Sand without beach carried within Sadness only hides in my grin Screams carried in wind cannot begin Without first hiding in my delicate skin