the willin fool

you place the blade
in my hand
and somethin in your voice
makes it feel right
somethin given just to me
b/c I earned it

and I…
dumb enough to believe you…
hold it careful
watchin the light settle
along the surface
before bringin it to my mouth
slow
draggin my tongue
along the edge
tastin what you pro…Read More

Echoes in Quiet Corners

Madness
in the quiet corners
of my skin,
a current of heat
beneath words,
beneath breath.

It winds
around me
like a labyrinth:
walls soft,
shadowed,
doors whisper
echoes.

Still,
I do not follow.

I gather
myself
from the noise,
from storms
brushing
against my name,
and cradle
the ember
that…Read More

POEM #1– Poetry Month

As I step off the back porch,
into the freshly fallen snow,
I look in all four directions
seeking balance in a new day.

As I walk through the snow,
Grandmother speaks to me:

“Aztec, see how the snow
covers and quenches the Crocuses’ thirst;
how their purple or yellow petals
reach for t…Read More

A little dream

Clouds rolling in softly
Delicately like a purr
Wrapped in warm cotton
Trailing thoughts of a time of tenderness

Inner eye awakens to a place
Where safety is given
Love is freely accepted
And a genuine smile is cherished

Let me not wake from this
Wanting to hold and be held
In a world of nonreality
Let me have…Read More

April Fools, With Fangs

April shows up
yellow as a banana peel left to rot in the sun,
a warning disguised as a joke,
a joke disguised as mercy.

Truth drags itself in after her,
dust‑coated,
half‑asleep,
muttering that honesty is overrated
and timing is everything.

The day is a trapdoor:
you step,
it laughs,
you fall,
it shr…Read More

for the first time
words
sworn
never to be spoken

s
p
i
l
l

from desperate lips
what loss is there?
compared
to freedom
of hope
l i s t e n i n g…Read More