my solemn is quietmy soul has slipped so far into my sanctuary I have been unable to speakit's not that I feel nothing I feel everything, maybe too deepfeeling like I forgot to talk or I forfeited the rightevil...

Kill each other over our religions    end other lives for what we believe    we've taken men      hung them right up there    for the color of their skin    right up in our tree  ...

Skin Hunger is a real thing — look it up. Our bodies keep a ledger of all the lips not kissed, of backs that go untouched and past a certain point the ledger expects a payment.Cortisol up,anxiety up, heart rate...

my Sadness grew becoming a motherblooming with Fear for her childrenit was no small thing to reconcileto self soothe, when she scream while giving birth to themthe children were inconsolable Fears became Angerhe was the last to be deliveredand...

From the alcoves southern face we watch heavy rain drown the driveway divots   the downpour dimples and pocks those flood puddles   like endless tadpoles needling the water’s surface to gulp air with silver smiles   concentric saturnian circles widen as the...