A few months ago I had a conversation with my husband about my work. I was wondering out loud what it means to be productive. I remembered my favorite slam poem by Taylor Mali. And I started listing things that productivity could look like, but don't resonate with me: how much we produce in terms... Continue Reading →
drawing a picture
a line is nothing but a dot that started out and didn’t stop until it reached a suitable spot my line has curved and made its way to give a shape of comforting sways two figures dancing and embraced hand in hand, face to face add some color, flesh them out bring some life, let... Continue Reading →
when you’re gone
I hear some tires not quite like yours but I let myself forget and think, he’s come home at last, though the fantasy fades fast. Driving around with the windows down I catch a scent of baking cookies, a barbecue, a party of some family still together, and I turn to smile at you but... Continue Reading →
“Why do they have to keep saying Black Lives Matter??”
she asks me hard with loud indignation, for obviously this disturbing of her peace is a wildly unwarranted irritation. “Why can’t they see that all lives matter?” she cries as she sips her too expensive teas not knowing how easily her glass ceiling can shatter. I sigh, purse my lips, wonder at her resolve: is... Continue Reading →
carry me on
lightanddark upanddown myLove extends bends covers every inch of You inchingcloser count -ing sec- onds ev- ery breath a softconfession of This(strongLove) i have for You i have for You a simple wish (carry me on) your lips say my name,blowakiss let me Live in yourHeart's abyss I wrote this for my husband after sharing... Continue Reading →
I’m Just Not That Into This Book
*Spoiler Alert: this piece contains spoilers for the book He's Just Not That Into You I read He's Just Not That Into You so you don't have to. Any guesses as to what I thought about it? Before I start, let me just say this: this book wasn’t written for me. As such, I know... Continue Reading →
Being bisexual is basically like living in limbo
Dear World, This post is basically just a stream of consciousness. It's word vomit. It's not pretty. But it's been on my mind, so read on if you'd like. I'm bisexual. I also go with pansexual because while I'm attracted to men and women and non-binary folks for those identities, I am also simply attracted... Continue Reading →
On the occasion of being texted by my rapist
Hey, he says, I hope you’re well. It was nice to see you in your car and wave hello even if it was nothing more, he says. Except, I know it was so much more than hello. It was hell, you know? To see my memory flash before my eyes with his smile and my... Continue Reading →
a call to colorful arms
16 January 2018 we live in a sea of faces each so different yet many much the same there are those who stand out but are simultaneously hidden as the dominant group claims their space I am both different but very much the same with my floral features but white washed hues and so I... Continue Reading →
hiding
11 April 2014 store away all which is evil the sharp metals in a shattered world like a glass jar containing a venom, medicinal when contained, toxic when exposed. expose them only to what is sweet a cotton candy treat to treat the wounds you don't know they have. store away their fears of the... Continue Reading →