honeydunce

I make a fist because I can. I stay up late, or I go to bed early. I climb the hill with wheels in the middle of the road, standing up out of the seat, bike tracing the double yellow past houses trees construction traffic bus and shrub. I get lost in my body’s ability […]

today’s poem? haiku.
Chasmatophyllum
tiger’s jaws
purr like power lines
rip the limbs for a living
build a wall of bones

rhus typhina
sumac
i feel so foolish when i forget. when the world wads herself up and jams in my shoe–moving or standing still will crush it. to think i crush the ocean. to think i crush all the loves, fingers unsettling a button or palm on hips sliding and sliding and sliding. such a responsibility for […]

Muscari
baby’s breath
The big one,
side of the road with
engine still idling
head to wheel
slightly vibrating
as I let it go–
the third, the second, the last.
No phone call
no traffic
not a cloud in the sky.
I stop waiting for the words
mid-June,
premature heat wave sticking
curls to forehead–
the fist in my gravity unfurls.
I forgive
one bent, archaic stem
at a time
the process gains years but
eventually
is […]

the faith of january

Like a mouth,
hands,
or
the storm drain after days
of downpour—
when even the brim
is a lousy contender.
For what it’s worth,
think of this:
the fullness.

I keep spelling mustache wrong. Moustache. Mouse Stache? MUH-stash.
Lately I smile at strangers.
Halfway through spin class tonight, the instructor turned off most of the lights. Sprinting in the dark, the swarmlike hum of our collective fly wheels.
I printed out my entire book so that I can hang poems around the writing room and pace/fret/pace/fret […]

It goes back. Way back. Past the butcher paper tracings of our bodies in elementary class. Before the infamous “ain’t ain’t a word” argument of ‘88. Before the blood on Halloween at ten and a half. Before the first kiss, first swig, first burst through curfew, too early for my interests. Always after that experience […]

tree in frick park
Being sick for the past 2 weeks does, in fact, have its advantages. Very very tiny, strange advantages but there they are nonetheless. One is a change of perspective. Exhaustion and congestion ruled my days so I had no choice but to take it down about two or three or five notches. […]

I don’t talk about my depression and anxiety very much. I’m open with only a few close friends, and even that comes with a certain kind of quiet. It is something I never want to mention, even though I loathe the stigma that comes with mental health. My own mind bewilders me, can get lost […]