Running water Running rivers Rivulets chasing through the bog grass Through the slate and through the loam Off the road and through the heather The blackthorn bites my arms. Running water Running rivers Rivulets dried up after a drought Tripping on tufts of moss That…

On a rainy night I cracked the spine Of the book that would change me   Shaping my mind and filling my thoughts With prophecies and battles And cats made of flame   The smell of those pages Is one I have yet to encounter…

I am Aphrodite I will draw you in You won’t be able to help yourself Every piece of you will want to love me   But I am also Medusa Even if I love you I will turn your heart to stone I will be…

12 midnight. Poem 22. Bisquik Pizza With her Bisquik box Mom made white lady pizza. Dad went nuts for it. Ground beef sausage cookie sheet Pizza. So L.A. suburbs…

My friend, in New Jersey, spoke into a parcel that was delivered to me in Lagos Her words screamed out of the parcel “You can’t please everyone You are not pizza.’ I will sustain my silence on pizza for I am still not pleased by…

my job it seems  is cleaning cleaning up shit literally from my furry sick babies figuratively  cleaning up shit from others the people around me  leaving all their shit for me to clean  always filthy forcing smiles i scoop i scour poop

A Polyamory Handbook Invites Me to Imagine A New Front Yard   “Even in my own fantasy I cannot see how to love the way the world begs me to. Like a weed, but what we’ve named a weed is just soil surrendering” – Joshua…

Wednesday. Grocery Day. And if I can find a quarter, I can ride the merry-go-round at the market when Mommy goes to town. ‘Apollo’ and I will fly round and round– and never leave the ground… So, early, to grandma’s, I run, To sweep her…

The Burning Bush   But what good is God is He stays away, hidden under words and signs, unperceived. Shouldn’t He be right at our nose, holding our hand, walking beside? Not a whisper in the willows, a light on a hill, ice melting before…

I don’t understand why people do not like pineapple on their pizza. Why do they hate? Why do they turn up their noses at it? Why do they ignore its sheer deliciousness? But most of all Why should I worry what others like? Why would…