Monday, July 9, 2018

My Flowered Heart

Have I truly
begun to fade
The beating
of my heart
another tick
of static
that bleeds
into the
Don't make
a sound
or I'll ruin
I've screamed
so loud
that it once
my soul
And it hurt
It stung
in places
I thought
had been buried
so deep
so deep
I can feel
the stings again
Is that alarming
The bell's been
so loudly
that I can't 
shut my eyes
My flowered
has been
and searching
for the smallest 
from you
from you

-March 2017 

Monday, May 28, 2018

Ask Me About The Moon

Ask me
about the moon
and I'll tell you
how it
swallows you whole
and makes you glow
in ways
you never thought
you could

-March 2018

Thursday, May 10, 2018

Half Empty

His glass sits
half empty
He'll even
tell you so
There's nothing
to fill him up
to let go
He just likes to sit
on the side lines
watching picture shows

-December 2016

Saturday, April 21, 2018


It's yours
All of it
Every single
Each vibrant
Is yours
All of it
The smells
The tastes
The deepness
The weight
The sinking
The heaviness
It's all yours
You get to choose
what to do
with all of it
This stuff
This baggage
Drink it
Smoke it
Inject it
Sniff it
Swallow it
Cut it
Starve it
Hate it
But it will
still be there
Every second
Every hour 
Every day
Every week
Every month
Every year
Begging you 
to unpack it
Pull each piece out
One by one
Day by day
Look at it
Smell it
Taste it
Feel it
Wear it
Slip on that skin
Close your eyes
Own it
Own whatever comes
This is how you begin
to unpack
Then choose
how you release
that energy
The one stinging
your veins
Run it
Write it
Paint it
Sing it
Play it
Cry it
Laugh it
Act it
Meditate it
Yoke it
Talk it
Hug it
It's yours
All of it
It's yours
to unpack
It's yours
to carry

-September 2017

Monday, April 16, 2018


I'm not sure
I'll survive
This background noise
that keeps bleeding
It makes the dust
And all I want
to do
is lie still
and feel nothing
but my own
But the burning
The burning
makes it hard
to sit
in my own
And I'm reminded
that the dust
never really

-February 2017

Tuesday, April 10, 2018

Old Reels

I'm sorry I had to
crawl into myself
and leave you waiting
on the ledge
I left you out
in my storm
where you could not see
your own shadow
I've been digging
and digging
with my bare hands
while listening 
to the echoes
of the past
I close my eyes
Watch the old movies play
The silence
can be deafening
When I dig deep enough
I feel the hot air
It sets my body
on fire
I do not wish
to be here
But there's power
in these old reels
I've already begun
to suck them dry
I've begun to feel
the pull of opposites
and the curiosity
of who I'll find
when the reels
have finally
stopped playing

-January 2018

Thursday, March 1, 2018

A Ride On The Moon

I licked the rust
off the tin roof
to see if it had
the same taste
as a life long ago
I found where
the truth really lies
I watched it land
next to the
silver spoon
So purposefully missed
I touched the drop
with the tip
of my tongue
Hoping to find
a sweetness
that did not exist
I thought I'd be
lost in the wind
without the stone
that held me
so tight
And now
I walk in the river
Let the water
warm my heart
and wait my turn
for a ride on the moon

-January 2017

*Revised and shared March 2018.

 (This note is mostly for me)