The Youngster Still in Me
I’ll tell you a little story of the youngster I used to be: I had a well worn notebook and my favorite climbing tree. I used to eat fig newtons…
The Run
It’s nearly impossible to beModern-day numbwhen I go out for a run. My body syncs with mind asI move forwardand breathe. I look up and outnoticing each passing season:Spring tulips…
How We Said “I Love You”
I want to feel big, I told you as I traced my fingers along your skin. My thumb caught your chin as my eyes slipped down to your lips. I…
Choosing What I See
Today I choose to love me in all that I need to be. Today I choose to love me no matter what you see. There may be insecurity — of…
Come on in to South Street
There’s a world in which I lived. Want to come inside? Gather up your coat and drop it on the floor, shed your shoes and socks while you’re at it. …
Ungrounded
do you feel the same as me? the whirl of the twirl of the world has spun me like a dream and I can’t seem to find where I should…
This feels like an act of rebellion
We wont be ashamed of our breasts for giving milk or flying freely. My bare stomach triggers you and quite frankly, it’s not my problem, it’s yours. I am a…
Fly with me
Take me to your rooftop and gently kiss my hand I have a hundred dollars and I haven’t got a plan. There seems to be no time to think through…
The Day Between 