Death Reflections

When your body began to age, I watched, folded in the leaves of autumn. Dripping decay and you focused on the colours I made, the branches I claimed. Your eyes saw me and admired yet feared my honesty. we danced when you lost your father, on the bathroom floor when you attempted to join me. …

Heads to hearts

Moving my hips to the rhythm, sensation crawls my body and lands Each sound as lover and open dialogue with muscle and bone Caressing the silver slides of vowel until it makes my hair stand No deliverance, or importance to the next second passing, only Pieces digesting into movement and leaping off me onto you …

changeable homes

Do you think we like this. Folding backwards, forward and out to make the ends meet. When the morning comes and shrinks us into our clothes, and coffee cups. The silence bridges our conversations and music pulls us from our pores into the afternoon, closer, almost touching freedom. Maybe we live on the inside, in …

good enough

i finally have the strength to look back without judgement. to let go of all the things i thought i should have been. no longer left to untangle the web of words or wonder why the silence follows us around.  i can reflect on sorrow and how it made my forehead frown. my heart releases …