This year, I promised myself I would publish one book, a book of poetry to be exact. It's comprised of poems spanning the last decade and some change of my life. I wanted a small win to keep me chugging along on the novel whose first draft is like 98 - 99% done.   After fighting with formatting, and wondering if I've lost my mind more times than I can count, I clicked order on the proof. It won't land in my hands first. The blessing and curse of traveling is that I have to pa

You knew all the right words, that's what made you so dangerous  A wolf in hipster’s clothes,  mascarading as informed while you kept your hand hidden under the table of white supremacy  Your position at the table always… safe,  as long as you consumed me to patch the holes selling your soul left in your ego  You knew not how to fight for my humanity,  only how to circumnavigate it I was different from the rest, and so were you…   the first wasn't a compliment, the second was

Greeting the early daylight  To shine light on the places I've forgotten Dawning a horizon of hope to chase away the nightmares

They saved me a seat at the table, but the seat was a test  Could I be controlled  Would I conform  How easily could I be consumed

But time always keeps score

You couldn't change their minds  But you never corrected their vision  Whitewashing my love with self-hate and projection

My heart makes a lovely piece of art  As the pieces lay lifeless upon our kitchen table  A final meal for the most undeserving of guests 

Processing the impact of being labeled a chore has on a person.

A bit of magick through poetry.

I want to touch the whole of Mother Earth  To feel her under my feet and between my toes To be caressed by her warmth and feel her...

"I see the hollowness behind my eyes as you smile cheek to cheek, each crease in your face paid for with the whispers of my soul ..."

Let rest win.

Is it a light? No, a spark.  A twinkle.  That razzle-dazzle that makes you glow from within and fills every room you grace with radiant...

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Before they burn the world  I want to see the lights of Las Vegas  Gaze upon the Grand Canyon  Feel the heat of Yellowstone Laugh like a...