Am I not worthyHow can it bethat I am not as lovableas the next guyor a flower, a birdor a neighborly dog?
tidy soul box
all tucked away
tiny presentsmake themselves knownin wee hours of nightnot the gaudy package kindwith bows and glitterfake happiness wrapped so…
Below the surface it is a hoarder’s den of things I do not say, and things I try to keep myself from feeling. I take those…
As I settle into life after my father’s death, I realized I have become a connoisseur of the flavors of anger as they…
Partner (business),
Partner (life),
If I were going to look for my pain, I would need more strength than I can muster now. Perhaps I can bind…
Mood reflected in the sky
Wind tossing and turning
Marks upon my skin, branded into my heart. The names of my parents written in fire upon my skin. This is a powerful magick…
I wander the hallways of my memoryPeeping Tom to my own pastAfraid to go in any roomI prefer to watch from afarIf I watch too…