i was in a lil cafe i heard you never called this place home it looked like a poem to me i stayed and i wondered in between sips of chai what little remnants you left behind for me the park with the swings? i don’t remember if you pushed me on one but im…
Grandmas Grief Forecast
Arizona
A year later Hidden little artifacts always looking for them In the starry night skies all too small and all too big A city of red dust A temple to his wife A fight to spark a fire for the night I’m sorry i’m so tired and not so light What a sight the light…
ED at home
The leaves fall like decomposing bodies Eyes on her sister A shadow lures her to swallow her scream Convincing her to see how small it’ll vibrate in her stomach synoptic starvation suppresses her hunger Under a stream of weed The other is headed for the water There’s no starry streams Eyes on her sister Her…
Imperfection
A thousand poems… I could try to write my own But to me they’d all sound the same, with different times and tones. Perhaps none of them could catch me Or the words Ive tried to untangle… But I’ll tell you I saw them in the trees once, Heard them in the birds songs, In…
infinite love
I looked into her eyes today She told me I’d be okay That just because I couldn’t feel the wind anymore didn’t mean it wasn’t there So I went outside I took a deep breath and I asked the sky to make me a picture in the clouds I gave away my time waiting when…
Multi-Story Home
I’ve tangled myself into words for years I used to not fold the pages of my books I’d keep them neat, untouched and perfectly pressed But I grew in a world where my corners were folded My body was marked and my soul was wearing So now when I hold a piece of a story…
Old letter
All jokes Lines messy, scribbled on a small paper, The words coming together making a paper crane flying in range of a heart in the midst of a war. The last note sounds like an old record, The one we danced to with laughter Transmuting the dust we let build on the fireplaces fold Every…
uninspired
I pulled out a poetry book, One with flowers on the cover, I hoped for inspiration, My thirst unquenchable, Your shadows not even present, And still nothing came, So I tried to concede to the writer.
History
You must of seen it from there My mom said she met Nirvana in the grunge age, I wonder if she knew she’d have a daughter the same, He became a design, a profit to sell souls She used to be in love with her best friend Talks about the old times like they were…