When lights lit the city, Everyone busy, I found myself cradled with loneliness Keen to find someone to speak Then a wanderlust star peeped, Seated high in the pitch black sky It smiled at me Unknowingly i began talking to it The star embraced me…

Our adopted REDACTED began his life in a yoga REDACTED property on the windward, REDACTED REDACTED REDACTED miles from our home. Two years later as he took in his new REDACTED with us, he focused on REDACTED REDACTED our cottage, alarmed. Often and repeatedly he…

#5: Who Am I? Who am I? How could I not know? But when someone asks me this: I just stare at them blankly. I freeze; I have no idea what to say. Who am I? I list my name, occupation, education, skills. I list…

His name is redacted words, and I believe he is the most redacted description. I am led to believe he has redacted beyond the normal redaction of man to woman. And so, I feel redacted. When I was a child, a man called a woman…

My book of rhymes is missing. It has the words I need to write a perfect poem of a hero and his steed. Writing now is very slow, words refuse to flow. My adventuring hero is running late. Nothing seems to rhyme and I am…

I have from time to time misplaced my faith in searching I reflexively pat my pockets like making sure I leave home with wallet, keys not trivializing the nature of my faith reminiscent of school days searching lost and found box for missing mitten my…

#4: Perhaps I shouldn’t say i’d hate to think you think of me negatively. perhaps it would just be better if i didn’t say. but the ramblings inside my brain just won’t go away. i’m frustrated by how you’re treating me. this doesn’t mean i…

– Tensions from underground                            does little to dismantle radicalism from our                  landscape. Instead, persuasive troublemakers flourish where recruits are preconditioned to disregard     …

I’m ▇▇ afraid of being used by others  to ▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇ ▇ become better for knowing me ▇▇ the leaving that follows ▇▇ haunts me ▇▇▇▇▇ the rejection after I’ve been drained of all I had ▇▇▇▇ I get it loving ▇▇▇▇▇▇ enough angst to build a…

Eight-year-olds are absolute shit at hide and seek They always hide in the same one or two places And then wonder how you found them Except if they’re in danger Except if they were me   In my terrifying house With my terrifying brother And…