two crows fly over
tree that is still holding on
to her summer skirt
May the fruits of summer keep you fed this winter, dear reader.
sleeping beauty awakens
I do. I do bruise easily. I often like bruises in strategic places on my body but on my heart, not so much. The words that both scare the fuck out of me and that I most want to hear (with the right person) are: “When can I see you again?” I feel so vulnerable…
my country my culture is like an alcoholic parent on a bender taking taking taking drinking the last drop and destroying and we, like the little orphans we are like hungry birds chirping squawking pecking clawing for attention for resources for space to be heard to be seen to be loved no space no recess…
One Song by Rumi Every war and every conflict between human beings has happened because of some disagreement about names. It is such an unnecessary foolishness, because just beyond the arguing there is a long table of companionship set and waiting for us to sit down. What is praised is one, so the praise is…
you brown eyes unique style ladybug sheets killer smile open heart clever mind one-man wiki tender touch you
My wrists and your fingertips. Words measured with care Splay me wide open. I’m yours.