there is a hole in the tree outside my apartment and a small sparrow has made a home of it. I watch from the window like I am waiting for a sign. it has no interest in being a metaphor. only that it is alive and safe and that some things are allowed to be only that....Read more

In the time we’ve been together, you’ve become more than a feeling— not just breath in my lungs, but a rhythm I choose to keep. Your touch isn’t my oxygen, I can stand on my own— but with you, I feel alive in ways I’ve never known. Being away from you still lingers, your absence, a quiet ache— but...Read more

Where's our home now? I'd like to settle down. It's getting colder, I want you closer to me now. "Am I a bother?" A question I've been asking me. Cause I'm losing touch with myself, you and reality. Cannot see forward if I'm still looking at past. We've been walking for what feels like eternity...Read more

Gullible, toyable and so called "newbie", you really thought I was that naïve? I've seen how the world works and how adults turn into lifetime prisoners, I don't want to grow up. You can call me childish cause I love having fun, in my mind there's a fantasy I run, and if there's consequences I'll ...Read more

You said you love me, but this isn’t love if it ever was. You act like you own me, like I’m furniture in your house. You use the word love like some kind of incantation, but for me it is just a bald word, without meaning, something you use as a shield, like a bandage for my wounds. You don’t lov...Read more

today the sky wears a lone bird like a hairpin sent by a lover from another border. under this i breathe, among the grasses that touch my skirt with their hands, forever among trees I climbed up as a child only to climb down an old man. like me, the trees wear their age on their crooked spi...Read more

Water is flowing down the drain, very dirty - I cannot look twice. All the people in my area use it. I'm laughing at myself, I almost forgot about my bucket of mop water I have to pour into it. - just a day to day observation lol...Read more

Rain wet reeds swaying silver in the nipping wind that makes my wide hands arthritic to touch the wet grass sharpening in the cold air settling my breath into clouds that carry much further than words I dare not utter unto ears that have not heart to comprehend....Read more

Here's a little activity for you today 😜 Take a stroll around your neighborhood, or in your garden. Maybe to the park? Even the supermarket counts. What do you see? Let your gaze zero in on anything. Let it hold your interest. The point of this activity is to observe. Take notes. Come back. Bett...Read more

Morning closes in. The bright light of a monitored cage. Where everyone who passes offers the highs of a kind transcendence or the lows of a cruel and self centric face. A tiresome trilling of song for those who pluck feathers with every touch. Writing stanzas with quills stolen from napes of bird...Read more

They said this would break you. That the burden would be too heavy, that the nights would feel longer than your bravery, that the silence would completely consume your identity. And perhaps it did— for a brief moment. Maybe you felt your knees touch the ground, felt your chest collapse like a bu...Read more

for when your chest fills with mud and the shadow settles into every corner of your bones. momma, I fear this darkness inside me has your eyes. I feel it in my ribs and I press on it sometimes just to know it's there....Read more

There is a piece of the old laundromat Wrapped unceremoniously around my wrist. This little bangle, this tiny copper cuff, Has become a lightning rod. Sometimes, I hang my hand out the window, Driving down the highway with my music And the violent wind whips and flogs it, Sapping away my heat. Eve...Read more

¿Qué hago con todo lo que pesa en mí? ¿Con este vacío que grita sin fin? ¿Ahogo el dolor, lo dejo sangrar, o aprendo despacio a poderlo habitar? ¿Qué hago? ¿Qué hago yo? No quiero morirme, lo puedo decir, pero hay días tan densos que duele existir. Cuerpo sin fuerza, mente sin voz, todo se vuelve má...Read more

Nothing compares to the scent of your breeze— Soft, unseen, yet everywhere around me. The gentle whisper of your presence Reminds me you’re real, Even when you’re not here. How intoxicating you are— Like love I never prepared for, Yet somehow always needed. I’m addicted to you, To your voice, your...Read more