Rejection Letter
I clicked open my inbox and there you sat telling me, I’m sorry, but no. My very first rejection letter. I love you for coming my way, for telling me…
Month: November 2018
The Owl
“Who?” Owl asked the forest, “Who, who?” He perched on broken bark knotted branch leaning from thickened black trunk. Owl blinked, twice. Eyes rounded ‘gainst the shadowed moon, pooled with…
My Body
Thick thighs, brown eyes rough feet from years of running. Plump lips, square hips and a freckle on my nose: it’s center stage but only if you come *this* close. …
Autumn Run
This Autumn run. Wet leaves on pavement shuffling remainder on branches people slipping by a moment in view their footprints as important as mine and I found myself asking my…
Soft Rebellion
These boxed up, pinned down, not-so-much collector’s items accrue in my chest and I’ve already looked through them. My fingers have thumbed pages of words, once important for the relevance, now essential for the perspective. You can’t read along with me, but you can see the shuffle of sheets filled with smudged meaning.
I knew.
The sheets in my bed twisted in the company of you and I knew that I had never been kissed like that before. My back arched, toes curled, legs wrapped around you, not getting close enough but pressing as hard as I possibly could into your skin. Your breath matched mine in the panted heat of locked lips.
Untitled Poem at 2AM
What can I do differently to be a better person? This thought creeps up like a thief in the night with the same kind of timing: 2 AM. And…
Call this ‘Pillow Talk,’ You Said
I want to feel big, I told you as I traced fingers along your skin: I tapped your right cheek saying, with you I feel big; tapping the…
