Saturday, August 20, 2016

These are the wounds that wear me.

Saturday, July 02, 2016

Repentance:
Standing in the same boots
Wearing your heart backwards.
Stop
I will peel off my mind
A silent apology
For forgetting
My identity's skin


Sunday, May 15, 2016

Humanity's primal ache
To be bulletproof.

Thursday, March 10, 2016

Flatten myself against
The doors of chance
And hope against
A chin-catching sudden swing

Wednesday, October 14, 2015

When I am afraid
To even know my knowings
Or hold them up to shine
A terrored future
Wordless yet unsilent
Is only ever mine.

Wednesday, September 16, 2015

I pile myself in coils
Each found upon itself
Placing with-out within

Wednesday, August 12, 2015

Every day
A dream runs through
Like a river
Cold enough to steal my breath
And waken shivers

I hope
This windowed corner
In the room
I inhabit, holds space enough
For waiting soon.