She Saw the Fire Through the Window
Crack. Splinter. Pop. Someone’s at the door. Instead of politely ringing the bell she’s decided to barge right in wether I am ready or not for her. She is wrapped…
Category: Self Love
The Runner
There’s a new softness in my belly. At fourteen, this would frighten me. Thinness and hardness indications of worth an inner *cha-ching* as my body sells the world an idea.…
A Poem about a Helpful Emotion
I felt rage in my dream and even as I write those words I grimace because people say (especially in the Midwest) “Anger isn’t a pretty thing!” It declines to…
I put lipstick on to write
and as soon as I sank into my chair I caught sight of my mouth in the mirror. The red didn’t have any business being there and as I opened…
What I learned by age 10
When my knees were small and knobby and the trees all called my name, dirt smudged my cheeks and I’d linger in the rain, I was told “just be quiet”…
A Woman’s Essence
Good morning. Good bye. Hello and see you later. A rumbling inner dialogue now gently placed on paper. . I’ve wondered and I’ve worried, I’ve settled and I’ve sought. The…
Another Pandemic Poem
A smudgy mirror, but I don’t care. It adds to my vibe, to the streaked foggy feel that is real on the inside. Outside it’s 30 degrees and I need…
Identity Zoo
This year, I came out as Bi. And I’m not sure what to do: It’s as though I’ve got an “Admit One” to an Identity Zoo. My insides are on…
