Which is to say my love is as thick as the neck on a giraffe. It is sabre toothed like a foul–mooded cat, I will eagle your name on the throat of mice with my claws, I will sanctuary you in the insides of my elephant's ears, which is also to say my heart is capacious like the four rooms of a ...Read more

We are truthfully, all birds. The sky lives in us.

Bring me all your dreams the dull ones, the happy ones, the wishy ones, the ones as bright as an orange. Bring me all your dreams and lay them on my bed, I'll tie them together and sail them in the skies like a big bright kite

I wish to live as if a flower surprised by the splendor of my own blooming

Don't worry. No one has figured it out yet. No one quite knows how to live. Our houses flood. Dreams buckle to the floor. Again and again, we confuse the names of months with grief. Some years try to weed the tongue out of our throats. How brave we are the way we offer sorry to everything, th...Read more

Tired of watching the sun, a bird shoots up the sky.

I still have everything you gave me and it sits in the dark like a glitter of black coal waiting waiting for a match to lit it up.

Just before my grandmother's passing, my aunts took turns bathing her. Fingers that unthreaded the hair, that untied the knots and washed it down the river. I tell this in the same way a person genuflects before a candle and sees god. There are no ghosts now, Only the memory of hands moving, ...Read more

10:53 P.M Dear Mother, I am looking at the same stars we used to look at together from the chinks of our roof. You used to tell me that if I looked hard enough, the chinks will disappear and in place of a hole where the rain used to seep in during the rainy nights, a star will fall through. I use...Read more

All the beautiful things are dying and I am sad. All the beautiful things I know rhyme with death and I am sad. The sun is only a sun because it is not yet a memory. Tomorrow, it will be a memory. When I reach the other side of the street, I will forget your name which is to say everything is fo...Read more

When the heart stops being a heart, when it just wouldn't, because it happens sometimes and there's no actual diagnosis even though the doctors tried and your friends tried even harder, when it cannot anymore hear the music or smell the parsley, when it refuses to touch the food or come out of the ...Read more

I married the earth, Now life is simple. Now the clocks sleep face down. Letters catch fire in the mailbox. I moss and earthworm, The wind braids my hair At night, I touch the stars and the world softens, The world softens on my tongue like water.

What fine weather are your eyes today and what a lovely day to either swim or, drown in them. (Not very romantic but oh well!)

So long as my violence does not burn a hole in the roof of the sky, so long as I keep myself small but thrive among both beasts and my brothers, so it shall be, that I have loved the world and in doing so, I have loved myself

Google says that the Greenland shark is known to live for approximately 400 years and I think about that ancient, that primordial evidence of loneliness patrolling the fickle alleys of the ocean without sleep for centuries, the shape of a tired god, driven by love.