How do I describe you Innocently blue Like song and sadness you do swoon Jaded in time They call you black when you’re blue-green Iridescent cerulean-teal sheen A corvid by any other name You and other birds are not the same You and your brethren…

Isolation It’s been dawn for days now Day breaking the horizon while Night fades Until the end of time I’m alone out here, in my cabin warm It’s just how I like it And in a week or three or more (I lost the track…

Spam and Mac I don’t eat much from childhood Not that I don’t like it – The food that is I just can usually eat better. There is however a staple From my 16th year Which reminds me to stay grateful For the job that…

Mancala stones Shining and pretty Lovely little bits n bobs Jade in color I want to put them in my mouth Swirl the rocks around my teeth Like candy, though they could Actually break my jaw with ease Each little rock a seed A row…

I have raised far more than razed, the dead At night they call and I must heed, the deep Necromantic dread. For none who lived and Recall the life which brought them sorrow Are content with ash and soil, threatened By the afterlife’s turmoil. And…

Maybe we had love wrong Maybe just a little. It’s not the heart pounding Butterflies in your stomach Feeling that we had when we met The anticipation of your lips on mine For the first time Maybe it’s not the hand holding The dates and…

Look at this meal, Look at it, a wonderful meal, all for me A feast fit for a king! Here with you, honoring you with my presence, You are also wonderful though, what with your face I guess So let’s bask in the moment together,…

CW: Mild potential body horror throughout the poem Untitled   I don’t plan on having arthritic bones to dig up. No anthropologist will be able to answer if my hips belonged to a boy or a girl. Instead, my ribs will grow a tree. A…

CW: Mentions of eugenics, anti-abortion protests, HIV, COVID, accusations of grooming Untitled   We’re on the edge. Don’t cover your eyes, your ears. The writing has been on the wall. Written in the blood of those who came before me. Your rose colored glasses just…

Untitled My favorite time to go to the ocean is December. No tourists clogging up the streets, RVs parked in the accessible parking spots. There is finally enough room to lay out a blanket for me and my thoughts. Spend the day under a grey…