Suburbia is a nap. Not an early evening nap that fades to night and eases into the next morning, but one of those thirty minute cat naps after which the sleeper jolts awake in a state of confusion and spends the remainder of the slow, technicolor day disoriented like ordering a plate of chicken fingers… Continue Reading
Hey everyone. Just making a quick post to link my newest slam poem to my blog. Trigger Warning: the following poem might anger insecure men. Enjoy!!
October is Domestic Violence Awareness Month. Domestic Violence is a disease, a virus that feeds on silence and lack of education. My hope is for my poem to be one small step, one voice toward turning up the volume of the dialogue of abuse. Thank You For Watching
Mom stopped smiling last week. I don’t ask why, the tea kettle blows steam. Music from the top of a glass bottle of Coca Cola. Sometimes, I gotta lick my chapped lips before playing the tune. My tongue scrapes the dry spot I bite off with teeth, it bleeds. Once, she asks how school’s… Continue Reading
Lately, I’ve become a bit obsessed with listening to slam poetry. So… I thought I’d try my own. Linked to the post is a video I uploaded onto Facebook. I was trying to use poetry to contribute to the dialogue surrounding domestic violence. I will add that I placed a trigger warning on this. Please… Continue Reading
If I could love in words I’d write a sestina As long as her legs, filter it in sepia silk sheets shrouded in a vignette. She is a maze I need to understand, again, before I breathe. Her body, lines of iambic pentameter rhyming in my head. I gasp in complete stanzas. I… Continue Reading
Consider an allegory about a world where women cannot speak. No. I mean they are unable to talk, their vocal chords severed like slow-cooked pot roast. Or a guy and a girl who fall in love. She becomes his what? An object. I write what I see, or how I’m seen in sweats versus jeans versus a mini-skirt because… Continue Reading