I cry.

I weep.

I break

down and

I howl.

Rivers rush


Then the waters

recede and

the fallow fields

grow green again.


Unseasonably Warm

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I am summer’s multiple flavors;

white and airy and floating,

black and wet and passionately hungry,

brown and murky and rushing unchallenged.

I am summer in the midst of

the blue lit and dry striking winter.

I am an 80 degree day in late February;

triumphant as an eccentricity of nature,

loved dishonestly and only briefly.


The Chicken or the Egg

Sometimes I wonder which came first

The faith or the religion

The cause or the fight

The criminal or the cop

The rape or the apathy


Sometimes I wonder which came first

The chicken or the egg

And could one exist without the other

Because I, for one, would be happy

To spend the rest of my life eating beef.


I plant my feet in the thick brown earthen paint.

I feel it seep in between my toes.

I feel good for a little while.

Then the thick layer hardens and grows heavy.

It’s natural; crystalline.

And some even say it has the power to heal yet I grow ill

Tempered with time I become dirty.

Take it back to basics and it’s just dirt and water.

Put it in a tile lined tub next to seaweed raps and sugar scrubs

Does it somehow become less unclean?

To the Guy Making Kissy Faces in the Parking Lot


Dear Kissy Face,


I reject your proposal.

I will not smile and nod and pretend that its cute.

It isn’t. We both know you aren’t really interested in me.

You want me the way a five year old wants

the sparkly red heels in the thrift store window.

She knows they won’t fit and only in the mind

of that five year old can she wear them with anything.

I don’t want you either.

The man of my dreams won’t whistle at me across a parking lot or

blow kissy faces at me from a moving car.

The man of my dreams will speak to me.

He will say actual words. Maybe

they will come in the form of a cheesy pick-up line

or maybe it will be a simple Hello.

Either way he isn’t you.

So please understand when I say that I am not rolling my eyes at you.

I am rolling my eyes at a world that thinks that

these few wasted seconds are anything other than rude.



The girl who is done playing along.