Your father built the trailer house And took you to live in it. Your heart stayed trapped beneath the caved in roof. Peeling paint and rotten wood, splintered around window frames glass missing or fragmented, sharp edges cut misplaced fingers and pieces crunch under boots that find their way through debris and juniper thickets. The…… Continue reading Peeling Paint
I’ve moved to a new place. I’ve written some, in the past three weeks that I’ve been here, but mostly in my journal, and only a couple poems. One, I don’t know if I’ll ever post it publicly, and then this one, I wasn’t sure if I would. I’m dealing with a resurgence of my…… Continue reading Alone- Why?
A deer appeared suddenly in front of my car going fifty on a mountain highway. Near enough I could see her eye solid black, her body in profile as she froze between the white and yellow lines. I was sure that was it that I would hit her. Even as I hit my breaks I…… Continue reading Split Second
Body glitter and belly shirts naval pierced above low rise stretch pants and below that backless red crop top, sheer in front covering the minimum of flesh. Dark eyeliner and bright lipstick concealer to cover my freckles platform shoes and platinum blonde hair long and straight down my back concealing and revealing tan lines. Press…… Continue reading Bitch face
Boxes upon boxes of paper. Artifacts of attempts to wrap myself in memories and blanket myself in the security. of having proof of everything that went wrong. Box after box shoved under my bed stacked in my closet, in the corners of every room stacked up under windows and in front of windows blocking the…… Continue reading Boxes
Photo filters that say any of the following: Vote Trump don’t be a chump. Voting republican. Praise Jesus. Swipe. Left. Providing no bio info, thinking that your nice abs Will suffice. This says something about the type of woman you want; I can assure you that I am not she. Swipe left. Opening…… Continue reading Swipe Left: Updated
Relationships have become a matter of deciding how much I want to hurt. I’m not deciding who to be with based on the long term or envisioning doves and bells. Instead I think how long do I stay? how much do I let myself feel How many pieces of my heart am I willing to…… Continue reading mashup