I find a spot to stand on the train and it feels like a paradise, spaces between strangers sock and shoes and sweat and stories— let me keep my distance. Although there is a tiredness to it. I was taught I could do any damn thing, and I believe it: I feel my uniqueness liftingContinue reading “Watching strangers on the subway”
Category Archives: identity
watching the moon
you are on your own with a life that belongs to no one– and that is more than okay. what do I believe in? I believe in truth, the elements, digging underneath the dirt of lies we have been hiding underneath our skin, feeding one another with or without realizing it your soulContinue reading “watching the moon”
you are a ship
these feelings of being stuck seem to be unbearable– it’s all connected cyclical dense not me what is me? well, it’s sitting under a tree, maybe sipping some tea, not minding the clouds just letting all flow naturally– see! that’s me. sitting in the shade, not letting the day fade you are here for oneContinue reading “you are a ship”
Trees
My back is strong like a piece of bark it has its edges but it is stable, it stands tall– it is stillness and silence and me. These elements of control have never been my friend. Illusive fears of loosing a self that I had forged by lack of force the word loss–Continue reading “Trees”
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”
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”
Just as I am
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Just as I am
While Walking
A division in the concrete warrants a bruised knee, some pep in the step, perhaps a quick jump-and-skip; you never want to break your leg but you go on, hoping for the best… Luck was never with me. Luck was always with a friend. And I was neither friend nor foe– what does thatContinue reading “While Walking”
You
So you– you– want to write a poem? Start by walking out your front door and saying hello to every face you meet: bird in the sky, leaf on the lawn, a summer wind falling gently over you and you still– still– want to write a poem? After an over-worked day at theContinue reading “You”
The Return
The extraordinary powers of letting go, magic of feeling pen on paper skin– we are all cut out dolls made with razor sharp scissors let me let go and make my art the way I want to. I will whisper away those sad navy blues and caress them with specks of gold found only atContinue reading “The Return”
Reaching Joy 