poetry The Lockdown me-Tea-or-its 21 Apr 202022 Apr 2020 Hit me hard tonight. They came C r a s hInGIn on me. I needed a CapsizedFeel-Thing To conTrasT This Cyclical Mundanity: ShiftingT and w[h]at-[h]erRound&Round For days; I pour…
poetry Perhaps 13 Jan 202022 Apr 2020 Make it Nothing at all. Scrape Me out, Cleanse My Procedural palette. Make it Palatable For the Population, Blandness Is P-P-Preferable. Perforate All plans Platonically. Promise playfulness, but Pregnant with…
poetry Afterlife 12 Jan 202012 Jan 2020 I was And I wasn’t, Then. I Lied deep Inside me; Crawl Creep and Cry free. I die to Remind me. — I lived All The life I had, And…
poetry There 22 Dec 201912 Jan 2020 She is The human Puzzle piece, Displaced From The rest Of the Region. What picture Does It make, She wonders, In her absence? Each time She visits, She Returns to…
poetry My Favorite Compliment 29 Oct 201929 Oct 2019 Is when Men Tell me, "Your Feminism Exhausts Me" Like I don't know The feeling. Like Anyone Asked To try A New exercise, Their body [Tired and slack; Bulging O…
poetry Today I did my dishes 4 Sep 20194 Sep 2019 but it felt like, Praxis. most of my life I've succumb to manthraxis: the ideological practice of men. -- In third grade a neighborhood boy sold me my first ever…
poetry How to Say 14 Mar 201914 Mar 2019 When you Aren't Allowed To say Anything. Step One: Fucking don't. Do not do The saying. I swear toFucking God, If you do So Help Me. Step two: Close Your…
poetry Beware 13 Mar 201913 Mar 2019 The Ones Who have Never Loved themselves The way They've loved Someone else. And then, Please Love them Anyway. ----- https://open.spotify.com/track/4aCnN8VmKVqX4PnSB1Ie07?si=Ze4fyjjwSXmhp_kBU7y2oA
poetry You are.. 24 Dec 201713 Mar 2019 dead to me like: fallen leaves in winter, pupper lying/ laying on it's back, polar bears hibernating, mimic octupi when predators lurk by; which is to say, you are not…
poetry The War on Tear-Her 8 Dec 201713 Mar 2019 During her 27th year, she was barely on the cusp of convincing herself hair growing from her pores and fat cushioning her skin were not terrorists. internally conflicted by media…
