Poetry
“I tried”
Claiming you tried is not enough if it does not grow legs does not make itself known does not move you
a perpetual voyage
i have been returning to myself for as long as i can remember in the early years
Budding Abolitionist
My heart wants out of my chest Though they taught me long ago to imprison it,
Don’t Quit Your Daydream
The day job is gone. Daydreams remain fill its place, with this space dreaming renewed. Quitting is needed some times, of some ways – quit denying your self, your needs but do not quit your daydreams. The day job is deadly. The daydream breathes life. Living with chronic illnesses that have fatigue components does not mean I am suddenly great at sleeping and napping. In fact, I find napping in the middle of the day really difficult and usually I don’t even try. That’s partly because fatigue does not mean sleepiness – those are two very different things. Occasionally, though, fatigue and sleepiness do line up. Today is one of…
Haiku series: Sick and Tired
I’m going slowly. You beg, “Speed up!”, but I know what you don’t. Exhale.
few words
but listen to their voices their words, the cries for liberation, humanity,
What I Want
I want to water my garden and pick raspberries and laugh heartily with the ones I love until my face and sides hurt, my cheeks wet with tears of joy
Where Lilac Meets Elm
Here I am at lilac meets elm shining silk, summer ‘s helm breathe it in, all is well.
Blessed Lament
I wrestle and resist; My bones shout, “WHERE ARE YOU?”; And it is blessed.
Home Port
Gaslight me to fight or flight, crash and burn. You won’t hear, won’t see clearly, all self-concern.