September 15, 2015
Read My Body Like Naked Poetry
As I walk through your library With it’s soft ember light And see your classics lined perfectly—just so Pages well-worn, your favorite verses lined...
September 13, 2015
Table for One, Grazie
This evening, we went to Olive Garden to celebrate Mum’s birthday with a group of people from church...
September 11, 2015
If Only For Tonight
In this dark and seedy place Where you recite words Written by giants—the literary greats...
September 10, 2015
Behold: I AM
I do not profess to be a leader A teacher, nor a prophet; I am not a god, although I embraced my inner goddess centuries ago...
August 31, 2015
No One Asked My Rapist What He Was Wearing
It was 1995—the year I turned 18. I was carefree; searching the horizon---life was full of possibilities. I was legally an adult, though I still mostly felt like a child. It was the year I was determined to find myself and begin my life’s adventure...