I’m tired of being fucking reasonable Of having to be calm, cool, collected I want to be angry. I want to be mad. I want to claim my birthright. Hysteric. It has been calling to me for the longest Through the ages from mitochondrial eve Adam probably called her a bitch too. I’m […]

Yours Truly

Is it black or blue? This body that used to be you What am I going to do? Here on the Earth without you? Your crooked smile. Your witch’s laugh You It’s so cliche but that saying is true. I’ll be the first to admit that I wasn’t always the best granddaughter, but I now […]

Cruel Summer

Summer is the worse for exposing foes like spring exposing the seeds summer brings in the weeds of doom the cycle continues I never thought of myself as a superstitious person, but I’ve always been analytic. A few years ago I started to notice that every summer something bad would happen to me or my […]

The Crying Game

I played with your heart I treated it like game And here I claim I never loved you like you did me I don’t know if I can stay for an entire eternity. So I found a boy that talked like you and had your ways So why did I feel like I was nothing […]

poetry grandmother grief

To Grandmother I Go

    The wound is still fresh It puckers, it bleeds, it is sprouting weeds of what used to be you and me sitting neath trees drinking tea listening to the rustle of our ancestors leave while we wonder about what used to be god i hope you return to me


I worshipped the light I burned for him The fire in me bright What is the night What is it, but the light? Reflected? I ran from the night I cowered and ran Towards the light What is the light? But the fire burning Bright?