He. I.

This post represents the first true stream-of-consciousness style poem I've published here (and, for better or worse, largely unedited). I was inspired to play around with the form by a reading of The Diary of Frida Kahlo, to which I dedicated the greater part of this afternoon. I am not certain how I feel about the outcome, [...]

Barefoot

Half of my soul is a hippie A Fleetwood Mac loving, Allman Brothers singing, pretty gypsy tattoo slinging, I can't remember if I cried when I left on that midnight train to Georgia kind of girl All free verse Living fast out of a suitcase (One of the best times of my life) I went [...]

Evening Acoustic

Dreaming on a back porch is a half-naked reverie in acoustic Breaths like a violin Stench and grain, gin and tonics, prolapsed desire preserved in salt Drunk on beauty Form made desire I am desire made form, a clause, an environment, spat stars, breasts that beat like little crescent moons Take me back, back, oh, [...]

Wild Woman

I am not fit for sunlight I was made for clouds and madeleines and the kind of sweet nostalgia that sings It was never truth I wanted, but beauty the sum of her stems and curves the ecstasy of her lines, her heaves, and her sighs bare bones the turning of a season that bears [...]

Soul Scientist

I am a soul scientist A dreamer Dropping reflections For pennies Philosophies Probabilities The poetics of charm Spring day sparks in a jar Bottled up landscapes And cannonball chemicals Clobbered kisses Muddied by truth A florid kind of love

Captain’s Welcome

Bags tagged Watered and welcomed Routine checked At the gate All overhead bins are now full Ladies and gentlemen, from the flight deck This is your captain Take off is imminent Landing inevitable For the next 8 hours and 20 minutes At flight level 3-7-0 You have permission To roam about the cabin When the [...]