Wake Up grief is the loudest emotion. when someone diesthere is a pause in the earth’s rotationas ifthe axis we all depend on forgot to keep movingas ifthe world we all inhabit forgot to set her alarm clockor maybelike the rest of uswanted to keep hitting snooze...
Dear Xavy a letter to my unborn son. Dear Xavy (Zah-vee, short for Xavier), First, I’d like to apologize.I’ve tried twice now to start our family line, but both times have ended in surprise heartbreak and regret.You are already supposed to be here.I am...
Commercial Break A Poem for Brandon Teena when i was 5i knew i wanted to grow up to be a madmana wild eyed reflection of white crazy hairwhere we all drive behind time jumping wheels requiring 1.21 gigawattsto get us anywhere but by the age of 10i’d learned...
It Gets Better not less hard, just better. At 11 years old, I believed in magic. Like I could catch falling stars in a mason jar, carry the construction of the Colosseum in my shirt pocket, paint a storm sky to life with daylight on dark thundering nights while...
Summer and Mean It starting over in the magic of summer months. In this newfound Summer freedomWith short sleevesAnd sun-kissed skinThe hot lips of a cloudless dayAnd I remember what it’s likeTo walk hand-in-handWith someone who smilesJust because they know youJust...
