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, [...]

Oh, Ah Monologue

**I've been wrestling lately with topics for a substantive, essay-like post but haven't come up with anything that satisfies me. So, I decided to take a slightly more creative approach, opting once again to play around with stream-of-consciousness. This post is a kind of internal monologue in which I discuss and raise questions about some of the reading [...]

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 [...]

Choker

It’s not every morning I wake up wet. You wouldn’t imagine it is, either. You wouldn’t picture me lying there alone, swathed in cotton sheets, skin taut, imprinted by your tongue. Wrists raw from the bindings of your hands. You’d picture me there with you. Commanding me from the inside. A moan with each shudder [...]

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