In these moments between focus, be… in these moments between effort an… in these moments between experienc… where I want to not want, but also… I have weak footholds for what is…
First thought not about ethnicity, but rather, that someone could exist between identities, but society is constantly rejectin… Identity is spiky, it’s painful,
I need you to accept who I am. I need you to not doubt what I have arrived at regarding w… I need you to listen to what made… I know you know there is no right…
I saw anger, justice, passion, eng… I saw despair, emaciation, dysphor… I saw shame, fear, desperation fl… I saw flat, emotionless, mirrors r… I saw provocation, hostility, infl…
She said: “Is there more to your… Is being a Marine not enough? I wanted to be a firefighter. I wanted to save people’s lives. I like manning the 50cal machine g…
The leaves drop every fall, yes th… Their genetic residue, like a mill… marking the thousands fallen befor… The next of kin leaflets, bare the… Death is no escape from imperfecti…
I choose love I choose love I choose love Because it is you Because it is you
The waves crash over the barnacle… Crabs and small fish tangle in a b… The air and water meld as one cont… Each are in pursuit of their own m… Birds hover over the seemingly una…
We need more community. For chron… For poverty– the myth through stor… For AIDS, for overdose too. We need more community, the kind t… selflessness, and non-judgmentalis…
What happens when my ADHD is unleashed? Or is it anxiety confused as attention deficit? My ideas now flow
The two whirling white clouds of s… One soft and sweet from burning ol… The other harsh and irritating fro… The billowing smoke choked out Pa… But only for the moment where brea…
waves over the mind shivers thru the body. Hope, the thread intertwined, through the life of a living soul.
The orange train screeched around the bend, carrying her. I knew I had to act quickly in my expressions of affection. I anticipated her every move,
River is always changing, with a crack coming out of the cli… the river from the cliffs, down to the beach, carved out in an alcove,
I lock the door, to keep out the demons. They come in, when I’m sleeping. My brain——- wide open.