“The truth is out there”, but the deepest one to find is within yourself.      

Escape Between the mute mansions light and shade plays out letting an unknown prisoner escape in the alley and sore up to the sky Hour 1 @varenyas

Day begins with the blank slate all things are possible. morning ablations, meditations, stretch of the body the mind needs to settle, dogs need to walk, neighbor’s fat chickens proudly strutting and i have made myself a promise only I will know if I will…

I slip through the sterile halls floors shiny with the flimsy motion sensor lights left on at night stuff my fists into the pockets of scrubs to hide the shaking to have them held, not holding, for once   these hands that peel at the…

Too long I’ve lived inside the noise, the words, the doubts; I’ve been trampled down, and made to shrink beneath the sea of strife. My soul was lost, weighted by the expectations placed upon me, not just by others but also by myself, so all…

It’s another time Another year of thoughts Reasonings and reasons Sitting on the pew, Staring into my phone Seeing a blank page Reading to write Waiting for prompts I’m the girl With the gap-tooth

My heart skips a beat. It does so every time I am preparing for a big event.  Like the 2020 Poetry Marathon. I have a perfect understanding of how my heart behaves. It skips a beat. It is its way of telling me it is…

PATRIARCHY Can you smell the stench… of festering beliefs in the murky cesspool of your mind? As daughter after daughter after daughter falls. Ah! But you can’t hear, you’re deaf and blind! There’s acid on her soul with a flick of your wrist The wretch,…

I know where I want to go. At least I think I do. These conversations with the page. But it’s out of my control. You see, these words are not my own, and they tend to be unruly. Pulled and twisted as they are from…

Dear Caitlin, Jacob and the amazing bunch of spirited writers at the table, I am deleting all my poetry posts from the poetry full marathon 2020. i hovered over the trash button indecisively for three days, till i had the confidence of letting my poems…