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This is a love letter for the writers… Hey you. You who writes. You who keeps on writing. You who pours out your hurt and your joy and your bliss and your ways of being and existing and understanding onto page and screen. You who hits the submit button again …
this is an ode to the broken-hearted. for those early days when the ground is unsteady and you are still measuring your worth by their absence instead of the staggering truth of your own presence. this is a poem to hold you until you are steady enough to hold yourself. …
someday you will come across a poem and something about it will speak truth even if you don’t immediately know why take note you will need to keep this poem tucked in your back pocket. so when you find a poem like this -and you’ll know by the chill that …
Yesterday, I was reading about the recent anti-LGBTQ legislation passed in North Carolina. As an out, vocal and proud Queer woman – this news cuts me to my soul. As much as I would love to say I’ve reached a place where it can’t touch me, that would be a …
We will always have a mistress. Poetry is our religion and the muse is our deity. She owns us. We will submit ourselves to her; beg for her to appear, turn ourselves inside out and go down on our knees to please her. At some point, you will come second …
In any life there is a time to speak – clear and strong and true. Hours and minutes when your voice will be the only thing that can deliver you through to what comes next. When coming clean is the grace that serves and saves. When you must unleash your …
hushed house wide awake music fills my ears enters my body stirs my spirit darkness closes around as if i could be the only one alive in this entire world and i feel the pull of the wild moon calling me to witness her brilliance the way she cycles from …
Today I bring it all down on the side of love and I’ll tell you now, yes, you should fly across the country just for 48 hours in her arms spend your last dollar and borrow more to get there steal words from the past and ink them along your …
It is all going to crash down you know everything brick by brick glass shattered foundations crumbled there is no way to save this. there is no way to save this. the ending was written long before you ever heard the tentative starting notes no last ditch efforts no swan …
come here. come closer. feel my breath? good. do not look away right now you are mine right now i am lifting hair from neck running my finger gently there. across the line of clavicle. down curve of rib following concave of waist coming to rest on the hard of …
listen, you, with your beach glass heart you, with your moonshine teardrops this is a poem for the world and this is only a poem for you both of those things are true and neither, really but either way you, love are holy so, hold your capacity for melancholy and …
The mind says ‘mistake. regret. punishment’. The heart speaks ‘long. ache. grieve’ The body pulses ‘want. want. want’ Yoga answers ‘you are nothing but your breath. exhale’ The legs scream ‘go. run. escape’ The ceiling fan whispers ‘you are still here. be present’ The critic declares ‘not enough. do more’ …
they say you are soft? so be soft. you have nothing to prove. nothing to gain from a forced toughening of your wild soul. be soft because you can because you are because you know that it is life that has softened you that has taught you that hard is …
I invite you to stoke the embers of your inner fire. Coax the flames from your center to the edges of all you reach. Make peace with the parts within you that crave that burn. Let the flames get high. Burn bright. The world needs your light. __________ Download …
so, this is how it is. you get picked last for the team left out of the plans excluded from the circle. the rejection letter arrives in the mail she picks the other girl the door you were about to walk through gets slammed hard in your face and you …
{we’ve been us for eight years now. or a dozen lifetimes, depending on how you measure. births. deaths. non-profits. divorce. freefall. crash and burn. beginnings and endings and beginnings. falling in love and lust and hate and forgiveness. this day marks the day of your beginning, dear one. I celebrate …
{Because there are times that the very force of your reality – the relentless pace, the depths of what has been won and lost and seen and done and of all that relies on you, the pressing weight that you feel when you first wake up in the morning and the inescapable pressure …
you can’t take your eyes off of me. can you? not now not here yes there have been plenty of days {there will always be plenty of days} where I am the forgettable wallflower turning myself almost inside out to keep you from seeing please don’t look but when …
