Quiet Compulsions

I have a compulsion that I'm going to reveal.  It's something that naturally happens in my mind.  It doesn't stress me out, particularly.  I do it in seconds. I do it every day, all day long.  It doesn't interfere with my life, as I see it, mainly because I can do it so quickly and … Continue reading Quiet Compulsions

For the Motherless Child

But who celebrates the Motherless child? Who remembers the Grieving sibling Whose life was missing Love and comfort Or the children Riddled with the loss Of she who bore them? Who loves the Worn down souls Unable to open Computer tops For fear of seeing Everyone else's joy As they Sit alone. We are conditioned … Continue reading For the Motherless Child

Ethereal Strings

but if you don't want it, the full heart and the thriving; if you are wound tightly inside the cusp of your victimoness, afraid that if you shine no one will notice, your hands will grow bruises and your fingers will become weak from gripping so deeply to the pain. change has to rise in … Continue reading Ethereal Strings

Born Crazy: A Video Poem

"You're crazy." How often have you heard this phrase thrown around, either flippantly, in jest or to victim blame someone who has overcome or is recovering from abuse? I heard this often as a post-cult teenager and well into my adult years. While I was actually dealing with the behavioral aftermath of being an extremely … Continue reading Born Crazy: A Video Poem

Hourglass

There's a faded line Between reality and time I Catch myself remembering rejection Straddling a log fence watching Them play and laugh and shout Odd girl out Too loud I used to be an expert at stilts Stride the mud like a queen I could do anything If I just believed but I never prayed hard enough to Make God real and It would be a version of Drop Dead Fred who Emerged the memories in my head Read more...

Tell Me What You Lost

Tell me what you lost. I don't know, Pictures of smiles And baby girl bows? Tell me what you lost. Everything that made me; Memories, time lapses And cultural gaps. Why do you seek? Because I got lost; Erased every time I Dissociated beyond. Where are you now? I am here. Abstract entity. Infinite infancy. … Continue reading Tell Me What You Lost