Circa 2015

To My Poet,

I am a cursive body
running laps on your notepad
telling you the story
of how we first met.

I am the best type of tickle —
a spark that lights your spirit,
warmth — like the sound of good morning.
I will be bittersweet — the first bite
of a fresh pe...

Circa 2015 

I sleep at ease

when the scent of last night
stitches into my clothes.

I breathe,
and every past
good or bad decision
we enacted in moonlight
perfumes the room.

His fragrance envelopes me.
The aroma cloaks and holds
shapes: impressions left on the couch,
incens...

Circa 2016

There’s a rush that swells your chest
                                                  and suddenly
...

Circa 2016

I am from the sun—the inspired spirit,
illuminating language like
the warm sound of Good Morning.

Living and breathing molecular history,
I am from the Earth
that sits curiously within our natural universe.

I am from the trees, growing infinitely
with every tho...

Circa 2017 

Just run with it,
like you would with a pangram
but expand your alphabet
and use the inexplicable thoughts that erupt
from your volcanic mind.

Get messy.

You need to learn how to dance
before you can fight:
communication is your weapon,
words are your ammuniti...

Cumulonimbus tidal waves
blanket the sky
like an overcast of clean bed sheets
calming you into a dream.
It’s a lot like having
your head in the clouds,
but you’re still grounded, rooted
like a white orchid – a delicate luxury.

And it’s an astonishing thing:
the feeling...

Welcome to the Jungle

A Love Letter

Within my body, beneath the bones

a wildness thrives -

A mess of tangled vines

climbs my ribs

in search of something Human.

You sent me

on an errand into the wilderness -

I went to hunt

and you helped me gather

myself together.

I told you

the jun...

a grocery list
is just another love letter :

honey
for your tea
cherries, plums
blueberries & syrup
for breakfast.  cinnamon sticks
matches, olives, bordeaux
rosemary, sea salt
sunflower oil.
chocolate kisses, paper napkins, ice
4 lemons – or is it 4 limes for your moth...