She is writing her self-portrait Rolling words within her mouth Like the finely pointed tip of a brush Its camel bristles viridian green While the broader brush beside it Glistens with a simpler blue Simple as mountain air is simple Blue with the evening damp…

Respect, the ability to feel ok with me the ability for me to feel ok with me with you The ceasing of your crazy that ability you have to make me not feel ok an unkind word, a quipped response, click of the call ending…

At 150,000 miles the sun appeared a reddish dot against an indistinct grey sky its color a clever cover for the furnace within Bleary-eyed and a bit numb I drift through my morning routine thinking of as little as possible because I know what happens…

I do not shear my hair, Have never donned flannel, Know nothing about drywall Or changing my oil. No labrys tattoo Slices across my bicep. I do not sing in the key of rainbow. I roar through the world, fat, elegant, and loud. rolls slapping…

They — the ubiquitous, omnipresent they — Told me Loudly, and in no uncertain terms That I was not sad. That I was better off, really (so much better off, honey, really). They — the all-knowing, all-seeing they — Told me Frequently, so that I…

I cannot tell you how I miss you. Cannot explain how my heart quickens at the thought of your voice; how my stomach clenches with anticipation at the thought of your gaze. I cannot tell you how you made me laugh. Bright days of summers…

i would sing its myriad moods a choppy conglomerate neither soft nor raucous measured nor clipped with open mouth and searching eyes above a rolling continuo of ocean surf its full-throated harmonies a dance, beat, bursts of symphonic grandeur and quiet string trios, a gentle…

  Your generation must Save the World. It’s your turn. We tried. Did we? Climate change. Famine. Racism. Nuclear weapons. We marched, rioted, Spoke truth to power, For ourselves.   I’m sorry.   You can’t afford Greed, selfishness, bigotry. Elect leaders with foresight. Put children…

Profess satisfaction. Dissimulate the heart. Espouse altruism. Iveigle the spirit.

She makes to walk away   when he turns   and looks her in the eye.   And from within torrents of endless rain lessen the typhoon winds slow and the hurricane ceases spinning.   She steps   when he says   Let me feel…