Autobiography of A Face

One thing I never expected when I began my gender transition ten years ago was seeing how it would be recorded on my face; Skin that was once furry every hour now stays smooth for days; Cheeks that were once thin and hawk-like have become…

Why Do We Really Want It?

We need to legalize marijuana. Why? Because it’ll lessen prison populations? Because it’ll help fund our government? Because it’ll help medical research? No. I just want to get high. We need to legalize prostitution. Why? Because it’ll lessen STD spread? Because it’ll increase tax revenue?…

Autobiography of a Face

These are the eyes that never cried When he died, But cried for him since To give the soul a good rinse. Recently they demanded equal rights, This pair of eyes, After one began to whinge About being hidden by a grown-out fringe. The nose,…

Autobiography of a Face (hour 10)

A – luring you are as the beauty shines U – unthinkable you are, flattering everyone you come in contact with T – Trust worthy is your countenance as it shows outward O – Over powering is your look its like a magnet B –…

Hour 10

Cursed It is said of those soaring high They’ve been cursed up to the sky ‘What curse?’ I wondered ‘How so?’ I pondered Freedom is too erroneous a desire That poet, his prophet is a liar They said the answer was one And questions none…

Get Off the Top of My Head!

My stomach hurts! Head foggy with sedentary gloom. I need a walk. It’s beautiful out. Cloudy, chilly, hot, With birds chirping, and breeze blowing I haven’t walked in my forest for weeks, And weeks and weeks, Too busy escaping the drum and drone of For next,…

Love is a Slow Dance

Love is like a slow dance, a slow dance for two, Sweet romance lingers in the air A promise of true love nothing else can compare. When you look at me intently with your loving brown eyes, I get lost in my own world as…

“Autobiography of a Face”

The wrinkles of time crease her face. Every line leaves a trace. Her ruby red lips seem out of place. Her nose a tiny button. Her blue almond shaped eyes peer from a brow of snow. Sparkling with delight. Sparking a secret wisdom. A deluge…

Ninth poem

Boring people, boring lives, boring dates, the city. Superficial cares, and superficial stares. Do you have an original thought? Wearing a mask, playing a part, dinner, dessert, goodnight. “You’re cute,” “You’re hot,” I’d rather be shot. I know what I want, you’re not. Depth, care,…

Spirit Wolf

She is twilight and guardian Mother. Her medicine scatters the dark. She is Teacher; lone, alone, loyal. Her honor is the energy of the ages. She is the path inward; governor of intuition. Her raven will fly for you, if you trust the full moon.