Sand and Synthetic Cotton Fields

I heard your voice in the thunder. I lay on my bones underneath the faraway suns and moons as they watched from above. I heard the leaves bid me to sleep; I heard the waves drown out your screams. And though I stayed awake the night, I felt a Woman hold me until morning, Heard…

Natural Disasters

The cobwebs are swallowing me whole today. The fitted sheets with grey textile Come loose on the bed and I’m knotted in them in the morning. My foot is stuck in the polyester thread. It is the morning And the white light pounds through the window And demands to be seen. It looks beautiful And…

Mother

No room left for my mother. She calls me from a far off shore, Says I don’t even know you anymore. And yet her fingers play keyboard in the breeze, Waving hello to welcome me home. I wave goodbye back. I’m caught up in the ocean that I’ve conjured up, A typhoon singing in the…

I Owe No Explanation but Here it is…

I called it home, Took off my shoes then tiptoed to the frosted sheets where the winter air crystalized around where you lay. And so it goes, The cold that echoes the freezing Then shattering Of the plates in the kitchen and the heartbeat therin. A cat purring in the windowsill, Drunk off the shimmering…

Ensemble

There’s you strumming your musky guitar Across a velveteen couch. You are only a few chipped and painted fingers away, Grazing your hand over and over again With the same pattern You play Every Sunday. I do not feel the earthquakes on the couch, And I cannot hear the earth clattering over your Husky voice….

Krispy Kreme Dreams (purple and blue)

The notes are purple and blue And mixed with the smells of whiskey In the jazz bar parked in her dad’s car. Fingers tap away with clicks and licks, And faces are lost in the pale blue stories.  Scarlet silk drapes over her jagged shoulders shivering On a midnight Friday. Veins popping from her pearls…

Please Wear Your Pearls

I used to be able to wrap you in my golden chains And squeeze gently to give you a Precious embrace. You had not felt the tips of my red polished claws then. We were two apprehensive and beautiful persons. Something happened when I dropped the ink to the page And splattered a little on…

Kingdoms and Umbrellas

My mother always told me to find a man who treats his mother right…   Please don’t look at that girl that way with her bangs hanging loose over her glasses. Why can’t she be reading in a cafe? She looks like a Katy or a Cynthia. Her braid trickles down to  her third rib….

Hiatus

Though this is primarily my poetry blog, it started off as a personal blog, so I feel validated enough to write some of my thoughts down here. So I haven’t been posting a lot. Well… I haven’t been writing a lot. And there are a number of reasons why. I study English Literature and Creative…

Temple

If you look inside of you, you should not see the remains of a former lover, a man who once gripped your arm and sewed your lips shut with his. His hollow mind should not encapsulate your skull, one that could be brilliant. You should not see a coward, a girl who is afraid of…