Dear Peddlers of Chocolate, I have to take a second to tell you that you are a hazard. Your wares are worse than crack or flesh or slangers of “happy pills” made to make us forget ourselves and how we hurt.   My beautiful waist…

I spend all my time Focusing on them that I Don’t see her anymore.

Dear butterfly,   How are you? It has been many years since we last spoke, time flys. I don’t know why but I have this permanent feeling of “I’mSorry” i have to say it. To you. I say I’m sorry to everyone, everytime I laugh, I…

  pools of colour   these rainy streets feel like Christmas when streets are dressed in light like whores on their days off waiting for a new date: all flash no fantasy.   these night bus rides make me sad: the farther I get from…

  my masculinity hits my giggle with a shovel & churns it into mud and gravel. it runs a thick hand down my stomach & turns the mirror away, cracks open my bones & sucks out the please and thank you. when a man grabs…

Dear grandfather whom I never saw, I know you are seeing me writing this letter. Mom had told so much about you. She told you were an exceptional father. With tears tickling in her eyes she recalls her days with you, of you taking her…

We take music for granted Letting notes and rhythms dig deep Inflating our lungs and raising our shoulders With music we soar and plummet and float and burn We feel it in the darkest corners of our vision It flows through every vein, artery, capillary…

I’m millions of miles away I’m on my own adventure I’m learning new things Another language Things about myself I’m growing And yet At the start and finish The beginning and end Of every single day I can’t help it I become completely overtaken My…

Dad, if you were still here, you would die all over again. Your body would implode, like mine is trying to do. It would simply crack apart, like mine is trying to do. We are so much alike, unable to turn on others to ease…

Dear Jane, How I wish you were here to have an afternoon tea, make sly commentary on the women surrounding us, their transparent wiles and winning ways: such a penetrating gaze you leveled at our small world. None were safe from your pithy review. Minutiae…