How To Speak Your Truth

“𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺” -𝘔𝘪𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘰 𝘒𝘢𝘬𝘶 First, you must find it within yourself— the truth— which will be like pulling a thousand weeds to reveal a single perennial flower. Then you will need to sit beside it long enough to know its roots are sturdy and long— that it can withstand theContinue reading “How To Speak Your Truth”

This is the Future Without You

Eveninghas come againand I am awayin another worldspending the nightunder a cherry treewith trembling leavesin a tent for one.Another day has passed,has come to an end,has been full of almostbut not quiteeverything I loveabout being alive.

In the Afterlife

In the Afterlife Oh sure, life went on. Sometimes, even often, it was beautiful. There were curiosities explored, facts accumulated into knowledge of this or that— interesting things, after all, were the things he was always after. There were days yellow as daffodils— days so capacious he worshipped all their possibilities— and it made senseContinue reading “In the Afterlife”


I don’t want to changeanythingabout the way I am—what I want to changeis the way I am notquite fittinginto this worldthat no longer contains you—the worldthat’s been emptiedof our collective joy and hope—what I want is a new yearthat will be withoutlanguishinglonginglamenting the loss of our lovethat I am certainwould have lasted foreverif I hadn’tContinue reading “Resolution”

Watching You Shave

Remember the lightin the bathroom?The one on the accordion arm? A twelve-inch illuminated circlewith a magnifying mirrorin the middle— we were like children in awegigglingcould see every poreeyelashlinein our skinbut we couldn’t see the linebeginning to separate usthe line we crossedto arrive in that hotelwhere the next morningI sat on the side of the tubwatchedContinue reading “Watching You Shave”

Sometimes I’m So Happy

Sometimes I’m So Happy Yes sometimes everything is wonderful perfect just right a smile finds its way to my lips there is so much happiness gratitude abundance so much right in my little world and every time I feel the delights of this or that my wish is so simple pure earnest my wish isContinue reading “Sometimes I’m So Happy”


It will never be as clearas that black smokehow much relief was born that day,or in what form:the beatings finally over,the incurable sickness inoculated,the dull shame of loving the wrong genderforever buriedin the breakable steel. You must believe that marriagesheaded for ruinwere spared the public disgraceand the private divisions—the children blessedto be left with nothingtoContinue reading “Otherwise”

My Estranged Relationship with Hope

I read a poem online. It was about loss. It wasn’t good. I write bad poems too, so I don’t judge the confusion of others who do the same thing I do to cope grieve lose, ungracefully, everything. This life is easy before it’s hard. But it was hard before it was easy. It’s aContinue reading “My Estranged Relationship with Hope”

A Brief History of Us

We are together in the background of a thousand photos, in the archives of others, where we exist at least once as the happy couple holding hands kissing under the streetlights in Fountain Square. Surely we make a short appearance in a video someone took at the Tash Sultana concert when my arms were reachingContinue reading “A Brief History of Us”

In the Morning

The coffee is a pleasure, small, looked forward to like the flowers outside in need of water— what a joy it is to give them a drink, to prune the spent blossoms in order to have more— and the neighbor waves as she walks by, her dog impatiently pulling her along into the golden day.Continue reading “In the Morning”