7       Divine Intention   God created coffee On the eighth day Revealing compassion   Home ground dark beans With a hint of berry A bump of sweet cream   Should all else fail Know that God wants Us all Woke Now

I might remember you Though it is hard to tell I think you were quiet But you wrote rather well. Ah yes, the redhead There weren’t many of you at school Were you caught smoking? No, you wouldn’t break a rule. Year after year, So…

You came into my life when I needed you the most At my darkest hour, I met you You light up my life in a way I didn’t know I needed On nights when I don’t think I can go on You’re there to push…

Pairings Like a fine wine selected to bring out the flavor of the dish, you draw my deepest secrets to my skin and bring a rosy blush to my once pale facade. With you, my power is doubled as we walk the journey called life…

What to say? Just keep writing. The first ones suck anyway. This isn’t an Ars Poética. This isn’t about a poem. This is about fear and rage and a hatred for them. A whole class of people dedicated to taking my choice dedicated to controlling…

I saw you the other day You looked happy with your friends But I know you better than they do I know you better than anyone else does You know that Your smile didn’t spread past your mouth It didn’t light up your eyes Every…

A memory flutters Sometimes When I have forgotten It goes, buzzes around Till I try to catch it Till I try to grasp it In my hands In my scarred, trembling hands Only for it to vanish Just leaving a whisper of laugh behind.

content warning: intense feeling, some potentially unpleasant metaphor, very stream-of-consciousness i’ve got words i’ve got words i’ve got so many words they’re bursting out of me it’s wildfire it’s fireworks it’s sparking i am consumed by what’s inside of me it’s everything it’s all i…

Writhing and climbing Spiraling around itself Wisteria blooms

she blooms on the summer solstice soles of her feet bare and blackened she carefully steps across the dried grass runs her fingers along the top of the half-broken iron gate as she talks about Carl Jung, Alan Watts, Lao Tzu through a sharp and…