We Are Your Resurrection

We are not mercy. We are strength. We are not bitterness. We are valiance.

If We Have Rules Are We Free?

The first time I wore a two piece bathing suit I was fourteen years old. I recall the nakedness my stomach felt as it met sun and warmth. My skin tingled. I was shy. Yet, the more I fed my body with the light of the sun's reflection, the more I embraced its glow. I … Continue reading If We Have Rules Are We Free?

The Soft Bloom Of A Dying Pinwheel

She was broken silver Unwound and unraveled She followed the shadows Of ungranted wishes Wind comes Leaving half torn Remnants of color A pinwheel once moved By breath Sometimes death Becomes a beautiful life Lifting her to the other side Where madness turns To twisted smiles I watch her worry She is churning The what … Continue reading The Soft Bloom Of A Dying Pinwheel