Category: Poetry

I am angry today. I want to strike out, my eyes are narrowed and I am looking for a fight. My body is bruised from tripping and falling, and it is perfect. I am standing tall, back straight and legs…

Mother, I am you today. I stretched my hands out in the sun, there were greetings in silent smiles, and I found a new song. Remember that there 3 dozen ways to read words, and I dropped the pieces of…

I am surprised at the way eyes slide away when we know too much there are a few things I wish I could list in an endless way… maybe I am missing the pictures that go along with the captions…

My feet had lost the feeling of ground underneath them, the constant digging in of sharp rocks and hidden stones I forget what people are like, their little frailties and habits, the beautiful and ugly things they do. I am…

I’ll wait right here under these flowers, this sky, the rocks keeping me stable and standing. I’ll wait.

Hovering There was a moment’s pause an eternity packaged neatly movement outside comprehension surrounded by dark and the evening lights falling down through the darkness in eyes… we waited in pristine silence and it became new to me again… sanctified.

They are standing in glass houses With squares and tree-shaped reflections shadowing their faces And they are throwing glass rocks At the glass hearts suspended in human bodies And the shattering silence is suspended in formless sound Hope that every…

There has been silence in moments we stand, here my eyes watch with laughter behind and incoherent words trip through my lips to fall flat on the floor. My identity is submerged, my thoughts are secret and strange. I promise…

I am buried and surrounded by the silence and truth.I am struggling to comprehend the idea of worlds without end, of the conciousness of planets, the crystal light of suns. I am watching the beauty of smiles between friends, the…

It is easier to write with teardrops/raindrops on the window and running in rivers down the street. It is easier to speak in the dark when no one can see my eyes. I am running out of words and desperately…

the tips of my toes are balanced on marble steps through the soles of my shoes and in the air is that particular perfume of Persian roses and cloudy skies. Today, outside my apartment.

I think I’m writing again but not speaking in every sense of the term. Speaking in the words that make sense to me and you if you could hear what I was saying to you. Every time I stare at…

The fascination with darkness is nothing new. There are no stories or poems left In the spaces between lights flickering madly. This is a promise, in a way. The only darkness that was left was between stars, And that was…

I wrote this poem at the last open mic I attended in Chicago. I wanted to perform but I had nothing with me, so I wrote it at the last minute. 11/17/06 There are things surrounding me Pizza boxes and…

like the stories I used to tell to myself there are messages hidden for them to find hiding under tables and the ways I look out the window on long car rides. secrets are tied up in my lips in…

tipping over in streams flying down a million stairs I want to create the illusion of vastness in the little sideways pieces of buildings. I want to see the little ways that your words will take hold and stay in…

i am drowning in the past all because i am leaving i am holding on dusty boxes and photos i leave fingerprints on these white walls. write down everything write every word and thought i don’t want to have to…

you drove the sleep from my eyes tireless I’ll roam now with the squeaking hinges of discomfort rattling in my brain. I am watching waiting in the way only a very late night or early morning can bring on, that,…

stutter and gasp as I speak these words these words will not come out shine shine on and my heart rests on fragile strings negate my devotion lines running back through time there are parts of me that never left…

I ran through the thick droplets the thunder in my bones the lightning in my eyes and my hair I would scream out at the sky but under city lights it is futile a waste of breath in the clattering…

let the past haunt in its way pale eyes shining we’ll run and I’ll taste the reasons we died little pieces of plastic and glass I let them wedge into my heart pry out the molecules left dispensing in the…

try to warn away the looks dissuade the conversation i’ve never been good at this maybe because i’m so good at this don’t know how not to continue to fall from grace every time i’m in this place every road…