Fettuccine Afredo Makes Malaise Bolognaise Don’t think I have a pretty flow Things just seem obstinately slow Open hand, closed heart I don’t even know that this is art More like a forced rhyme As I’m hustling double time All I’m hearing is a whine It was cool for awhile It was making me smile... Continue Reading →
Catfish When you said I love you Did you know That love was two slices of bread In a make-believe sandwich And that sandwich would become a wall The walls of a prison we built With the meats and cheeses, lettuce, tomato All of the fixings of lies Imagination of what it’s supposed to... Continue Reading →
Hey Siri, what’s passive-aggressive?
"Is everything all right?” You ask, hoping for a yes, or maybe not. Reality is created on the letters spoken, and the spaces of the ones I think are true. And while I’m so busy assuming, I can’t possibly tell you, the worlds of words that live inside my head too. And from another place,... Continue Reading →
I was in a daze
The first poem written in my new office!!! Woooo!!!
Smoothe Move, Einstein
You Can’t Get to Heaven without E-van
I saw a poem on Facebook this morning, and I posted it to the Husband's timeline, because it has never felt like a more accurate description. "...To be loved like a poet loves words..." My God, I feel like every time I write a poem it's some sort of vocabularian masturbation. Word whacking aside, this... Continue Reading →
Justice Just Is Another Word Unheard
All our problems float in sapphire skies. We can see them all so clearly. But it's hard to see, really, when our eyes are closed - albeit temporar'ly. All our problems float in an ebony sea. Drowning in rip tides of duality. When only black and white can win, no one can hear the middle... Continue Reading →
Little Red Riding Hood is a Slut (Pt. 1)
My first ever Fucked Up Fairy Tale. 1. Didn't an act of love seal Little Red's fate? Sure, Grandma wasn't there, but here's the truth from that day (if you care): Red was planning a special date. She was so sick of Granny's critical stares, a cross-dressing wolf - especially male -was to Red delightful... Continue Reading →
What is love?
If you've been following my writing for any length of time, there has been a pull for me in the realms of spirituality, psychology, and philosophy. To me, they are all synonyms for the study of love, and that is what I would like to write about today. I believe love is a four-letter word... Continue Reading →
Broken Hearts Make Stronger Drums
Days can go without hearing the rhythm of my heart. In the busyness and insanity of all the games we play, my breath stays automatic, and my thoughts no end in sight. My breath and metronome always with me, marking time in all I do. With my breath to guide, my heart is muse and... Continue Reading →