This is a poem for the women violated, and for those who stand in support and love and solidarity. For partners, for lovers, for friends. For all those women harmed, and for all those who held and loved them in the aftermath. Maybe not perfectly, maybe not with unfailing grace, …
remember to breathe
I woke up this morning Slowly Reluctantly And this familiar heaviness settled into my being The weight of all things For which I hold responsibility And even those for which I am not Responsible But insist on claiming as weight As mine to carry Out of some Misplaced sense Of …
feather ( a poem about the ways we make meaning)
Today, when I went to my car To go meet my good friend for coffee And to visit another friend And her baby Who we hadn’t seen in quite a while I looked down to see a feather resting on the handle of the door A little feather Tiny, really. …
For the ones who write
This is a love letter for the writers… Hey you. You who writes. You who keeps on writing. You who pours out your hurt and your joy and your bliss and your ways of being and existing and understanding onto page and screen. You who hits the submit button again …
{a love that rocked the whole damn world}
Last night The earth started shaking Where she lives Though it was steady here literally If not metaphorically Or steady enough At least That I didn’t feel movement In the ground Beneath my own feet Thought it must have moved I think At least the smallest imperceptible amount. Because if …
steady up girl {you are way better than this}
this is an ode to the broken-hearted. for those early days when the ground is unsteady and you are still measuring your worth by their absence instead of the staggering truth of your own presence. this is a poem to hold you until you are steady enough to hold yourself. …
to let a poem save you
someday you will come across a poem and something about it will speak truth even if you don’t immediately know why take note you will need to keep this poem tucked in your back pocket. so when you find a poem like this -and you’ll know by the chill that …
A letter to my queer family // Pulse Orlando
It has been one month since the massacre at Pulse Orlando. One month that has seen more death and devastation and violence than I can possible process. One month of communities ripped apart, here and abroad. One month of divisiveness and unimaginable pain and the rumblings of revolution. Perhaps it …
We will always rebuild (a poem for the grieving)
You are here. You are here. Even though everything smells like love and loss and burning. Start with this. You are here and it hurts. It hurts because of all you’ve lost. Your heart is a 3am siren, driving through that sucker punch bruise of a night sky. Never a …
10 things you should know {if you intend to love a poet}
We will always have a mistress. Poetry is our religion and the muse is our deity. She owns us. We will submit ourselves to her; beg for her to appear, turn ourselves inside out and go down on our knees to please her. At some point, you will come second …
Unlock it, Poet {our stories are where the revolution begins}
Look at you, beauty Sitting so quietly I see you there The way the light hits your face The way the wind filters through your hair How the curve of your neck is the definition of grace How your story lingers just beneath the surface. I know you have things …
all the proof i will ever need.
{for Monique and her beloved James, on the day of their wedding} [soundcloud url=”https://api.soundcloud.com/tracks/128517229″ params=”color=ff6600&auto_play=false&show_artwork=true” width=”100%” height=”166″ iframe=”true” /] It is no secret That this heart of mine Has broken Enough times That I’ve made A serious investment In a variety Of materials That promise to patch Things up For …
wait. be still. trust. {a poem for quiet nights and wild moons}
hushed house wide awake music fills my ears enters my body stirs my spirit darkness closes around as if i could be the only one alive in this entire world and i feel the pull of the wild moon calling me to witness her brilliance the way she cycles from …
Bring it all down on the side of love
Today I bring it all down on the side of love and I’ll tell you now, yes, you should fly across the country just for 48 hours in her arms spend your last dollar and borrow more to get there steal words from the past and ink them along your …
always, always, begin again
It is all going to crash down you know everything brick by brick glass shattered foundations crumbled there is no way to save this. there is no way to save this. the ending was written long before you ever heard the tentative starting notes no last ditch efforts no swan …
just write it.
What are you waiting for? you know the words are right there ready to spill ready for truth telling ready for spell weaving ready to be told just sit down with an open journal and a smooth pen or the click – clack of typewriter keys and a pristine sheet …
poem for the world
listen, you, with your beach glass heart you, with your moonshine teardrops this is a poem for the world and this is only a poem for you both of those things are true and neither, really but either way you, love are holy so, hold your capacity for melancholy and …
take me to the sea
Take me to the wild sea Bring me to where waves mark time where salt meets skin where I greet the depths Take me to the wild sea Take me home back to where I belong. ~~~~ Where do you belong today? Where would you go if you could?
The Core Of Your Strength
they say you are soft? so be soft. you have nothing to prove. nothing to gain from a forced toughening of your wild soul. be soft because you can because you are because you know that it is life that has softened you that has taught you that hard is …
girl on fire { a poem for women ready to light the world }
I invite you to stoke the embers of your inner fire. Coax the flames from your center to the edges of all you reach. Make peace with the parts within you that crave that burn. Let the flames get high. Burn bright. The world needs your light. __________ Download …
follow your heart
this afternoon I am doing nothing but sitting here reading poetry. the muse is resting she has lots to do right now. she simmers and burns and holds things close this is gestation time I understand the birth will come when the words are ready and so I sit …
So This Is How It Is (A Poem To Remind You Of Your Divinity)
so, this is how it is. you get picked last for the team left out of the plans excluded from the circle. the rejection letter arrives in the mail she picks the other girl the door you were about to walk through gets slammed hard in your face and you …
Happy Birthday – Dear One
{we’ve been us for eight years now. or a dozen lifetimes, depending on how you measure. births. deaths. non-profits. divorce. freefall. crash and burn. beginnings and endings and beginnings. falling in love and lust and hate and forgiveness. this day marks the day of your beginning, dear one. I celebrate …
Blessed Be
Blessed be your longing. Your endless ache. Your sharp crystal shatter. Your sea glass heart. Blessed be the long, slow slide into desire. The swift plunging wound to the heart. The bleeding out onto the kitchen floor. Blessed be the fierce of want and the howl of despair and the …
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