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...
one day, in the midst of your normal ordinary everything you will come across a poem and something about it will speak truth to your bones —you’ll know this poem by the chill that rises along your arms travels down your spine the one that pulses truth the one that...
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...
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 to our burning...
In any life there is a time to speak – clear and strong and true. Hours and minutes when your voice will be the only thing that can deliver you through to what comes next. When coming clean is the grace that serves and saves. When you must unleash your truest story...
