Hour Eight: My stupid obsessions

I hate all the thoughts that keep me awake because my mind refuses to relax taking my body along for the ride long after I have closed my eyes Because my mind refuses to relax I toss and turn and worry and fret and strain…

Folding Clothes

It may sound weird, but I like to fold clothes Perhaps it’s the methodical, soothing, under and over Feeling of cloth beneath my fingertips Pants, shirts, dresses, it doesn’t matter; i like to fold. Perhaps it’s the methodical, soothing, under and over Requires no thought,…

VAMOS Junto

VAMOS SOLO LAS PALABRAS NOS GUIAN DARME TU BENENO Y QUIERO TU VALOR DEME SU CARINO Y TODO SU CALOR ANDAMOS TODA NOCHE LLEVEMOS NADA AQUƍ EN LOS ARBOLES DEME TU AMOR ALADO DE LOS FLORES UN BESO PARA MI ADENTRO DE TU BRASOS IS…

Poem 8: Escape: A Pantoum

Her smile stretched redly. Eyes burned behind the cage of her lashes. Cheeks bounced like balls atop her lips. No one told her for whom she posed. Eyes burned behind the cage of her lashes. Her empty belly trembled. No one told her for whom…

Memory Of An Inspiration

  I cannot say I knew this man… For I met him only once. Of course, he touched my heart; By the roles he portrayed. His death was a shock. . . To his fans, such as I. And more to those close; Where he…

I am

More than my name More than my walk More than my relationship with a man Am full in my incompleteness I ain’t the one God created next. More than the size of my waist More than the curve of my hips More than the inches…

Hour Five – Soon

Everyday with wireless In your head just emptyness. Always on the internet Your life will forget You soon.

HOUR SEVEN: ANGST

Do you remember, or did you forget Left those years free, did not look back When the mornings were slugs, our bodies grotesque, expanding more than they could ever contract Each high, each low a moment long Each joy flimsy, a shallow breath Resonating with…

Deeper

How much further~infinity Void Sight~Knowing Honor forms–to be breathing This moment can be ever or~eluding Encounter the Presence this is a preference The Dark, Light both are~the heavens Each thought, each movement, each stop All paint the picture of the constant~oomph