Saying What You Feel 

Every word falling out my mouth in the perfect position serendipitously aligning with my psyche.  What a blessing. I’ve never been religious but expressing yourself freely is godly. A sense of hope that’s actually rooted in reality. This shit is sanctimonious.  Feeling every emotion make sense inside of me is like finding a polar bear in…

Why My Ex Boyfriend Finally Stopped Fucking Me

Wanting more intimacy beyond foreplay or sex is not a strange desire especially when that’s all you’re getting – sex. Most of the men i’ve been with made me feel abnormal and excessive for my desire to do more things besides fuck in order to connect with them. Fucking was always a part of ‘we’….

It Is Not Easy

It’s not easy to like yourself. It is even harder to write about the act of doing so. it even more difficult to write about the act of doing so while being filled with anxiety about writing about the act of doing so. I’m sorry it is hard to follow. But that’s just a taste…

Stumbling.

stumbling. upon poetry filled with painful nostalgia is jarring and also sobering. reality becomes vivid and suddenly all of my problems are sitting next to me nudging my arm. there’s a hole in my elbow. my issues don’t know when to let go and I don’t know where to go when I get this low,…

Delicate in the Morning

I’m delicate in the mornings. tears can slip out so easily. my face moistened, dewy grass. I am the twilight sky in summer dawn. searching for the light. with nothing but a looking glass and a heavy bag of blight. Yet I’m so light. you’d think I could take flight if it wasn’t for my…

What I Want To Do

I really want to make people laugh. I want to move people. I want to shake people. I want them to be filled with emotion, and I really want to make them laugh. I want to tell jokes and stories that I find solace in on stage floors, under bright unflattering lights, while sharing laughs…