The pretty ones Spreading wings for paparazzi Bedazzled bed parts Vying for cheap significance which is safer than risking failure at being loved for who we are The emptiness stuffed with Sephora Bingeing Too Faced Innersense Tarte Drunk Elephants need First Aid Beauty because Earth's Nectar is drowning in Urban Decay Free People! and yet…Read more On Lookers
poetry
Solar Power
A shadow-bird flutters in the diaphragm's cup Shallow breaths and seed bites shrinking wingspan Darkens the path of possibilities With predatory punishments, threats I dare you don't you dare Counter-act producing proof until the half-assed will rebukes itself into compassionate action Here's the kicker Ignite the junker or rust in the garden Behead the beast…Read more Solar Power
Love and Mercy
Offspring of faulted fathers, sisters, mothers and brothers Hollowed be our veins Thy kings did come God's will undone By the fruitless pursuit of empty gain Stained centuries with conquests For hungry bread and jealous blood Searing sin Torn apart along imaginary lies A daily, nameless anguish stapled to our skin, akin to kin, aching…Read more Love and Mercy
Shine
Beaded threads of watery light They’re said to be messengers of afterlife She’d dawn if you hold on Grasping scattered miles wrapped carelessly in an old towel on The front seat Front Street Of a you Hauling painful past regrets through toll booths of payment due Which can never be repaid The sherif come With…Read more Shine
Fly
I'll open the windows of heaven for you and pour down an overflowing blessing.—Malachi 3:10 Is it God, Opening a window? Is it being in the Vortex? Ego plucking, shame shucking, Lord hear our prayer. Is it highlights and glamour shots, making snazzy business cards? Eggshell no Ivory no Matte no White, right? Is it…Read more Fly
Alice
The yard stick stuck behind a closet door To measure in darkness Defects detected in the light of day Don't make me say it again Do as I say One backwards, breathless task to the next Did she breathe between suffocating nylon stockings and broken ovaries The kind of moss caked greeness of Goddesses in…Read more Alice
Pry
Homesick for unopened boxes packed in a rush before the next storm would surely come Covering roads leading out, preferably, permanently south It's been cold here too long Like their hair in old pictures I didn't mind the recurring memory of him pushing her head through the wall until hearing confirmation that it hadn't been…Read more Pry
