Suspended under the son On steel and salted slabs Those florescent orbs guided where Iodine covered parts of us died Liquid aminos, ghosts and sea creatures Dug into you with spears Borrowed organs collided, crashed, crescendoed Against broken hearted rocks Birthing sacks of dead mothers Tearing flesh for men, women and children Who’ve never been…Read more Morning Star
woman
He’d come home late to meet Jim in the computer room for an evening of electronic world domination and I’d watch t.v. or make art till it was time to put myself to bed. But on this night, he came out of the computer room, shut the door and put his arm around me on…Read more woman
How Much
What is the cost of admission How tall must we be to ride this ride Cotton candied Manifest destiny Privileged Saccharine sluts Bittersweet sister c$&ts Who don’t know a thing about About nothing Versus get Good riddance Off the backs of ride or die Karmic trash people Eating lies because we’re hungry And don’t have…Read more How Much
Contortionist
noun: contortionist; plural noun: contortionists an entertainer who twists and bends their body into strange and unnatural positions. Contortion is a performance art in which performers called contortionists showcase their skills of extreme physical flexibility. Contortion acts often accompany acrobatics, circus acts, street performers and other live performing arts. Contortion acts are typically performed in…Read more Contortionist
Sweet Life
I set you like a seal Under, over, before and above Everything I think, speak, feel and Do believe there has never been one Before, during or after Who loves the way you do I will sit in the protection of the shadow at your feet Your hand over my head Enfolding myself in the…Read more Sweet Life
Hand Me Down
The truth is, it didn’t start with any of us. We were created as catalysts. A disastrous miracle in a mastermind’s head, bashing ourselves against each other’s shadow and light, from one generation to the next since the very beginning of time, until one day we finally implode back to nothingness. It’s all so foolishly…Read more Hand Me Down
Napmare
Sometime before turning myself into a human burrito wrapped in the hand knotted blanket, I was eating bananas while he knelt between my knees. I still have no idea who we were supposed to be. Still lives from an album cover? A premonition? A warning? Subconscious compost? After several chapters and crying all too easily…Read more Napmare
Shavasana
For several years I was a mental health consultant and assessor on a multidisciplinary team addressing school and community threats made by kids; all of whom, we discovered, as absolutely no surprise to me, were suffering from untreated trauma. Trauma, as I define it, is anything that separates us from love. I will shout love…Read more Shavasana
H.A.L.T
According to folks in recovery, if we’re about to run straight into the arms of our next fix we should H.A.L.T.; as in stop and think about it for a second. Common sense, right? Instead of drinking, snorting, cutting, starving, shopping, smoking, sexting, eating, beating or getting into yet another disastrous relationship, we should ask…Read more H.A.L.T
Soundbathing
There’s no need to eat pills, powders or plants if you want to hear colors, see sounds or just remember where we come from. (Hint: We’re Love and stardust.) I discovered this in tenth grade after replacing weed with astral projection. Meditation was free and the side effects ranged from decreased tension to lucid vacations…Read more Soundbathing
Born in Providence 