the emperor
as she
builds foundations
her Mother Earth
solid
beneath her feet
with precision
and heart
she crafts her life
in the darkness
she cries
as joy floods in
hiding a stuffed animal for your cat to find in the night to present the kill the next day melting into the soft sweetness of midnight phone calls and intimacy in separate beds naked boy running through morning stillness disturbed by the smell of flowers the itch the need to taste blood to destroy something…
I have a strong mind. I used to use it as a weapon. It cut, it slashed, it burned, it hurt. Then one day, I discovered where my true power lives (in my heart), and now I use my mind as a tool. Sometimes this tool destroys (mindfully) but often this tool builds and creates…
reading her my poetry about a man with a swagger ‘neath red flame chandeliers (and comparing notes) circular narratives about life and gypsies and making sense of men (and ourselves) a text to her lover in a moment of mischief fueled with red wine (and some flirting) “I think she’s trying to get me drunk,”…
you live in a box made of limits, rules and pain perhaps you like it
A friend recently told me he was having a hard time and wondered if I would have a drink with him. “Sure,” I said. We agreed to meet at 7:00 at a local restaurant. When I arrived, he wasn’t there so I checked my phone. There was a message from him saying he had…