Is this worth it, just for some plastic? Just for some Made In China labels? Just for some security that was never ours? Another apartment was renovated in Brooklyn, yesterday. 3 generations of bodies move on, white faces walk in and name another place their own. Does the fountain shower head rain gold? Is theContinue reading “Complicit”
Category Archives: change
What do you do
when you’re tired like the world meant for you to be and you’re broke like the world meant for you to be and you’re lonely like the world meant for you to be? You get angry like Earth meant for you to be you find truth like Earth meant for to find you fightContinue reading “What do you do”
Turning Tides
Submit to the feeling of starting over; you are the earth and the sky, the ocean and the moon, turning, trusting, turning, trusting… May 21, 2017 congratulations to my wise, soulful little sister for graduating with 2 Bachelors degrees today ❤
An Empty Space
There’s an empty space inside you that no one else can steal There’s an empty space inside you and, I assure you, it is real Curl up with tea and blankets open up a book or two And relish the sweet nothingness each empty page brings you Nature has its pleasures;Continue reading “An Empty Space”
Change
To deny that life Is nothing more Than a sort of practice Than a way to smooth out Your hands Your breath Your paper back novels Is to deny that life Is nothing more Than change, Change That we can guide along the way, The way home. August 21, 2016
after the game
when all I want to do is scream about the patriarchy but I know I’d just perpetuate a stereotype what am I supposed to do when I score a goal on you and you act like I’m a tree whose branch luckily swayed in the right direction what am I supposed to do when IContinue reading “after the game”
Grief
I suppose all I can do is feel it when it comes, and devote my life to loving in a way he, too, deserved to love. for all those we have loved and lost February 3, 2016
Anxiety
When you open up about it I’m not promising it will be easy. . When the air becomes thick like white cream cheese and you can’t simply scrape off the edges with a knife you wonder who else is feeling this way? . I thought my mother did; but she said, “What I’m feeling isContinue reading “Anxiety”
A Poem
Sometimes, it’s not enough to write a poem. ………………………………………. “Feel it on your back,” she told me from the church cellar. “Know it by name,” he whispered through the garden; he chased the snake but only I could tell. “Let it loose,” she sang, leading the students to the edge, bird cage inContinue reading “A Poem”
Home
Home is so much bigger than it used to be, now. The plane touches down and part of my soul is granted the peace of knowing that it is back to where it started. But what about yesterday? What happens to the people I met in an across-the-country-state where the sun blooms inContinue reading “Home”
Reaching Joy 