Books

  • The Wait

    WORDS: I’m so overwhelmed with love that sometimes I become an ash heap built on my desires and lusts. My love is wholesome and whole; sometimes quiet, sometimes brave and sometimes bold. I wear the loop of my heart on my left finger, my desire for purity. My happy ever after where this daughter is Read more

  • i can see myself in your mess (from the outrun movie)

    (from the outrun movie) WORDS:Although I’m not an alcoholic and my father is not bi-polar, I sometimes play with the winds in my hands and let the tree move as if I was an ochestra letting the music sway. Although I’m not white and my hair isn’t blue, I hope to fall in love with Read more

  • a poem about nothing

    WORDS:Everything woke up today; pulling and tugging Everything woke up today; pulling and tugging. At my heart strings; buoyant to everything in a heart floating about something. Somethings become sometimes,some dreams becomes goodbyes,but I’m holding onto everything,and don’t want to say goodbye tosome things that have become everything that I’d wishand wouldn’t want to make Read more

  • voyageur

    WORDS: we wade by the moonlit sky;as it becomes adept in hidingthe cerulean view.as the old horizon,span itself      over                   the galaxythunder whisperslightening speaksand age travelsfaster than the       speed of light.we ask it to wade;so we can holdit effervescence oflight, life and laughter.each year our songwaxes brighterand we hang agelike stars in the galaxyand billions of Read more

  • vine on the wall

    WORDS: burn the twigs with frankincense,                     and each year the vine waxes stronger. weaving itself across the wall       like a neck adorned with lavalieres. ivy ebbs and flows. fauna flaunts itself;each year swelling, expanding, trespassing                        across neighbours borders boundaries appropriated.cut. snip. burn. across the walls of the mind,they watched the roots seek vengeance.do Read more

  • when you painted my dreams as dark

    WORDS: who would have thought it to be me?my versions of the sunset:in my summer dress, leaves the darkness upset.because i’m not bringing it to my new dawnit won’t rise with me either:in the morning sun. i spent seven days mourning my mind.then I made myself hibiscus tea, i drowned and abated the symptoms of Read more