my own minotaur
another recently excavated poem! three months later, your circuitous mind continues to confound. over a cloud of applewood smoke you...
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Bits and Bobs
Words that come to me as they will.
the archipelago of life
much as i’ve historically embraced boundaries, even i have to admit we aren’t meant to live hermetically sealed lives. tempting as it may...
learning to be michaelangelo
me? i’ve been hollowing myself out like a gourd, expelling all that i don’t need, sculpting my spirit so that i am as defined by the...
unfinished goddess
and when i feel stagnant, need to be reminded of my power. i think of the way i can make earthquakes run through men with my mouth alone....
lingua
the way fire so tenderly laps at what it devours.
crowning glory
some days i wake up and wonder what kinds of damage i’ll acquire today like overly ripe fruit so easily bruised other days i muster the...
to a sad me
reposting a found poem from back in the day. dare i say, there are some choice lines underneath the angst... one year ago you were living...
tropical flower (ii)
what a shame that you chose to walk away from witnessing me in my most beautiful season. i am blooming furiously even as the...
traces
by the third night, the lava of her sadness had crystallized into rock hard anger. it formed a rugged but firm path leading to the...
suspension
that elixir of green energy, your pastel colour belying a thousand bolts of lightning. you are so artfully whole, so evenly dispersed, it...
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