Category: Poetry

  • Poolside Poetry

  • Sasquatch on Valentine’s Day

    Roses are red Violets are blue Somewhere in a snowy woods Sits a Sasquatch thinking of you

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  • To Find a Homeland

    To Find a Homeland

    This is what happens when as we become older: our bodies stilllong for pleasure, our wombs dry out, our hearts still seek. We pull from deeper reservoirs. The shared silences of past lives float to the surface. The taste of old stories sit on the skin like aged whiskey; strong, deep and wide.

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  • Sky Writing

    I love him let me imagine a life outside of it let me melt myself wider into a different space under a new sky one without the clouds always forming the shape of his name

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