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Iced Chai
I have never been good at trying new foods.
I tend to stick to the usual; waffles, dino nuggets, goldfish, and such…
Whenever I try something new it is monumental. -
A Reminder
I keep reminding myself that this journey is not linear.
That the unbroken skin isn’t calling to make it dirty again.
That my presence shouldn’t have to shrink with growing insecurities. -
How Was It?
It was beautiful-
It was rushed like the people of New York
trying to arrive at their final destination.
It was long overdue like all the library books I store
in the corners of my room that collect too much dust. -
My Death Bed
I fear that after I have clocked out my last time
and rest my sunken eyes and watch the colors fade;
that it is not Gabriel greeting me at heavens golden gates;
but the frost that devours my soul and chains my body down -
His Death Bed
If you swore to me as you swore to God
that you would never die; and you would live
until the earth shattered and bestowed seven
millennia of bad luck unto the next civilization; -
Ode to a Woman
It’s hard to identify what makes her different from the rest.
It could be the delightful warmth of her skin
mixed with the vanilla scent that gently stains her raiment.
Built like the clouds painted by Monet;
Loves
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an apple shared at the end of the world
we watched the world end from the top of skyscrapers
as the stars set the sea aflame
as highways gave way to yawning mouths
as kudzu devoured what was left of our neighborhoods
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17 years
17 years,
of growing and learning.
These are the days,
I remember how much I am me,
each year passes,
I find more pieces of me,
I pick them up off the ground,
build myself up,
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τό καλόν, τό ἀληθές, τό ἀγαθόν (Transedentals)
The woman wears her skin
like a bathrobe.
She stands in the middle
of a golden field,
weeping fresh water.