player haiku
first, you touched my heart
i let you touch my body
you stopped touching both
first, you touched my heart
i let you touch my body
you stopped touching both
mad libs and laughter rain crashing against windows three girls warm and loved
I suppose if my Dad loved me– if he showed he cared, I would have believed I was lovable. But he didn’t and I didn’t. And I tried to fill up that hole– spackle spackle pound pound hammer hammer. But it didn’t work. So today, I’m trying to find ways to love myself. I’m starting…
“Shake out your qualms. Shake up your dreams. Deepen your roots. Extend your branches. Trust deep water and head for the open, even if your vision shipwrecks you. Quit your addiction to sneer and complain. Open a lookout. Dance on a brink. Run with your wildfire. You are closer to glory leaping an abyss than…
pigeon blanket over trains clouds fill equinox sky the road stretches before me
Leave a comment This piece says everything about what I want (and have) in community. In my relationships. In my work. And what I offer folx. After a couple of years of strange relationship dynamics, what I know for sure is I have some really loyal and dear folx in my life and I’m so…
I find it remarkable and not terribly surprising that she was an award-winning, prolific writer but isn’t widely known.