I don’t hate the world when I wake up. I am not instantly ashamed if I make a mistake. I don’t apologize as much for said mistake. I have the energy for my hobbies. My apartment is relatively clean. I am actually cooking meals. I…

I keep my angst in my pants not in the pockets but sewn into the lining   oh, I have it with me I can get it out if I need it clip some of the stitches and pull it out so I can hold it…

slavery Being a slave to the pit made me do this. The boulder of Sisyphus constantly pushed up continuous hills to sate the growling pit within me.  It’s the worst excuse for the best mistakes I’ve ever made.  The Devil made me do it –…

I always see her; mind’s eye myopia shows an eternal smile never fouled by frown or dismay. She dances, lightly, through dreamscapes decades in their fermentation. Her long hair twirls behind her, cascading brown across shapely shoulders, wind-blown bangs framing youthful, pristine face. Memory does…

To each their own I say   We all betray creating the cliche   of the angst we carry   the blaming, the hurt How do we heal? Face it! You’ll deal.   Acceptance and responsibility Is key   Creating motion, no longer frozen in…

Genie   It’s the genie in the bottle I didn’t ask for. If I want her hips lips and tits I have to work more. To reach that far and be that porn star.   Eyes and ears everywhere, I can’t escape you. Watching street…

I forget where I was The day fascism was born In America Older than me, Of that I am sure, But I was somewhere. Somewhere pure. I forget where I was The day fascism walked In America. I was a babe In the woods, not…

I was walking towards the door Keys in hand Purse hanging on my shoulder Wiped out from a long day Of reading, editing, trying to avoid unnecessary banter with my supervisor And I don’t remember anything Yet waking up in a hospital Family gathered around…

  Oh my god, my pizza, like, came without extra cheese! Y’know the new shoes I got from Amazon? They were three days late! A whole three! And my mom, dude, she totally doesn’t understand me! It’s just like, ugh, I wish I could just…

From the Pacific Ocean the land sprawled eastward wide and flat, crossed by dry stream beds and arroyos carved by twice-a-century rainstorms — gullies roughened with dust-coated weedy scrub that sheltered small brown lizards. The hills heaved from that unpromising plain oily green, sage-scented, parched…