fff#22: (starter) when I drink (ah find d permalink! plus the link for the blog itself is HERE. also, i don’t drink. seriously). when i drink, the warmth trickles down my throat, settles…
Cultivating Softness (page 11)
Flash Fiction Friday #18: Dance
Let it be known that prance is an incredibly UNATTRACTIVE word. fff#18: (inclusion) dance, glance, trance, prance, pants she enters as the music dims to announce that dj prance would be supplying…
Just A Thought
All my qualms and worries about whether I’m cut out for writing dissipate when I realize that writing calms my soul in ways that no person or drug or possession ever can.
Speak
Speak to me, Write me a letter With your spray-paint pens And emulsion ink. Tell me your wants Tell me your needs Your dreams, Tell me what you feel Show me Yell…
The Journey
The move from mind to pen, pen to paper, paper to keyboard, Word to world, Is a journey where thoughts are lost found replaced like baggage. Filled with love hate need. The…
Ode To Cigarette Adonis
I’d like to make it explicitly clear that I am not a smoker and this poem is a glamorization of something that happened this one time…. Ode To Cigarette Adonis You slip…
mama doesn’t want to grow old
mama doesn’t want to grow old. bones breaking, mouth drooling, jaw slack, some one to clean you change you chew and swallow for you. mama saw her mama whither. prisoner of her…
Muse
I sent this to The Student Press one time and it got published and people nearly exploded tryna maco who it was about… I said it was about no one because they wouldn’t…
Art
paint splattered on walls, pavement. handprints, assprints, cover stop signs cars. but murals, graffiti, remain untouched. artists never defile art.
Deadly Sins
I want you. I want all of you, I long for your lips and body against mine, And I don’t want to share you. I want you all to myself. I covet…