here are some poems that i wrote
To Bridges (and the minds that make them)
“What is great in man is that he is a bridge and not a goal;what can be loved in man is that he is a going-across and a down-going” — Friedrich Nietzsche
“It looks like they took a shape and made it pink to get women stirred up” -a man, describing street art about angry women, to me, an angry woman
what if i told you i have spent mostof my life stirred up?
I once wrote a poem about mistakinga streetlamp for the moon, spotting shiningorb through corner of cloudy pane —
I think I was writing a love poem tothe moon: me, as werewolf in prayer position,looking for answers from…