we, the dis- joint- ed children of stolen peoples living on stolen lands claiming and re-claiming until we can find ourselves again whole
2016
I enter this year bawling like an infant peeling away dry, numb, skin tender and pink beneath– but feeling.
“And in my first year of college I was with this girl and I called it a thing.”
I loved you most when you were bold and bashful wildeyed at 4 am and brilliant up late in the kitchen sniffing daikon and shrugging tasting everything i loved you most when we were two warm bodies moving together through the night fitting perfectly
wrt handstands and schoolyard acrobatics
i was seven when i learned to fear how hard the earth would be if i fell https://www.everythingcsmg.com/
April 3rd, 2015
I want to give myself to the earth commit to her lessons learn softness and openness generosity and balance when to retreat and when to blossom
Sea Poem II
I surrender myself to the sea the salt of infinite lives washing over me I can forgive a little sand lingering in my hair