There first was a little girl Then there was another Soon there were more and more The first little girl Assumed this was The Order of the World and modeled her life after This in every way ‘First there is me, Then others follow, I…

Her whole life, Every breath she takes, She wants to change what’s normal, She wants to change what’s accepted. She wants people to feel like home, No matter who they love, No matter who they want to be, No matter who they are. She wants…

UNLINED   quantify yourself then if it’s so important I overlap my own definitions and erasures being here and just here as we always are with no need of normal not even as sense or any use for it either   you’ve drawn your chalk…

Apparently, it happens slowly. At first, it’s just a little — hardly noticeable. “How did this get so warped?” Pulling away the hard outer layers. Uncover the damage — wet, black mold. This cancer is eating away at our home. Waiving the white flag of…

Cleared the dew, To see the picture, so, very true… Something that till now was just perceived, Out of illusion, was now able to be viewed… Moisture till now, sole was the factor, Unknowing if it was the eye or the weather to dither… Fearing…

Two worlds divided Of both seen and unseen A medium once confided: “It’s by mediation that they convene”   A mirrored reflection Inverted when seen But its origin— we loosen When the future was foreseen   For as the present time may serve As a…

Is being mute muzzled, masked, absolute no freedom with words jailed in Facebook in herds. Is that normal?   Getting fired setting buildings ablaze walking around in a daze locked in houses, crazed. A new normal?   Our history ruined statues offended, abused how long…

Living in other people’s minds comparing shaming shifting blame competing we were never accepted to be ourselves we manuevered through bad energy in rooms of aunts and uncles that possibly cringed at the length of our hair outside of our own cublicle each unit was…

I will never understand why ‘Normal’ is the gold standard. We were  Not born to live the same lives as everyone else and  Then die with nothing unique to show for it.    Give me loud, bright hair, Tattoos of pure art that cover your…

Praying for a (Marathon) Miracle   The summertime flu comes around once a year, always when you need it least.   But it’s that slow ache brings you back to life. Stuffy head and heavy heart   broken reminders of things loved and missed, required…