•October 27, 2017 • Leave a Comment

Dream dreams about dreaming

the ones where you wake up

but you are still asleep

and you are a little Russian doll of dreams

open up to find a smaller version of yourself

and down and down

you can live forever you know

if every time you peer inside

eyes closed

mouth open wide

what will you find?

No end, no time.

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•September 7, 2017 • Leave a Comment

I go to the graveyard to write poems,

but the graveyard makes me cry too hard,

A bouquet of dead wild flowers

in a plastic soda cup.

So I sit, leaning against someone named Twila

and I look up yelp reviews for ‘psychics’,

though I have never been to such a place,

but I just want some to look past my body and

tell me something “True”

I want someone to look me in the eyes for a long long time.

Tell me I am a door beneath so much water that I can even begin to think of opening.

 

•May 10, 2017 • Leave a Comment

I found a note in my old journal that says:  “Sarah says you will never be able to feel anything true unless you are

(and then my handwriting is so bad I honestly cannot read the last word (which is perfect)).

•May 8, 2017 • Leave a Comment

I have been going to the graveyard a lot. I have been taking rubbings of the epitaphs and making them into poems. It takes a long time. I wander through the rows and rows and most stones only have names and dates and it takes me a long time to find the right words. But I think “how silly” this wandering does not take long at all, when each line takes an entire human life to be written.

I am afraid to show people the poems because of this. Because each line is worth one human life. I hope I can find the right words in these forever words, the last line in the story of someones life. I hope I can do it justice.

•December 30, 2015 • Leave a Comment

smokelady

inside-the-tree

james

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•November 24, 2015 • Leave a Comment

you-are-a-brave-light

always remember, you are a brave light

•November 23, 2015 • Leave a Comment

moontan

Tonight, as I lay moonbathing, my body turned to stone. Freezing and freezing, yet somehow warm.

 
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