People used to tell me to my face that I am a saint. In truth, I am a teacher. A teacher who learned early on to hide lavendar throughout the classroom to counteract farts and puberty sweat smells. Yes, a teacher who learned early on…

It’ll all blow over, don’t worry, some said But the hospitals were full, there was nary a bed And the TV showed sidewalks with hearses, and the dead Waiting to be buried. Communities had barricaded themselves in All deliveries were dropped off to be collected…

TW: mention of suicide attempt, e/d and s/h When I took my last overdose, I told my friend. The one who lived with me. The one who cooked for me when the thought of food sent me into a spiral. The one who had been…

  twisted branches the constant ache to break free       Note: This poem was written using the image prompt for hour eleven.        

Dance Dance Dance Gasp Five, six, seven, eight, Mirror, mirror on the wall, From the tippy top – do it all, Turn Twist Heads Flick Boom-boom-cha Take a water break Let’s recap Has everyone got that? Two groups We’re filming for the video 200% this…

“Hey beauties” this I always shout Every morning when the sun comes out I lift each leaf to check some worms might hinder every budding bud that forms Just this morning a tiny shoot Few days more delicious fruit Beside the window birds cheerfully sing…

Walking with the sunrise Has become a normal thing Since we’ve been locked inside our houses It’s when my soul can sing There’s just something about the dawn That breathes hope into my soul When the sun’s rays pierce the darkness Merging night with day;…

My abs are burning, Legs weak, sweat’s on my body. The lady is telling me to next. Ready to go. Push ups and rotation; Diamond push ups, Military push ups. God! I just want to look fit for the King’s Daughter. I didn’t sign up…

Walking That is to say, the exercise of walking baffles me and I think of this often in my strolls through the streets of my neighborhood When does a walk change into a hike, for example? Do I unintentionally become a

Flowing warmth washes away the things left undone – a fresh start to the day.   I inhale the scents rising up in the steam. I give thanks for each day. As I wash my soul clean.