The light in my eyes grew more dim

As my womanly curves began sprouting—

Even the pollinators craved the taste of me—

A cherry blossom in the throes of her first spring.

So fragrant that I want to pluck myself.

Opening my petals took courage

That I was not born with—

Yet I drank it

Like it was liquid gold,

Coating my vocal chords in honey

To sing a syrupy song.

I thought a choir of angels acco...

With each step I take into this mysterious and foreboding world,

Because there is no other option, I wished to discover in this shadow how to discover the light.

After being in the dark for a long time, it is hard to see the light.

Until one day I caught sight of a twinkle—what appeared to be a single star in the cosmos—and, as it drew nearer, I realized it was more beautiful than before; I desi...

I can taste salt on my upper lip

Feel the soft folds of my body dampen.

Cloudless blue and not a breath of wind

While the sun blisters toward its brutal peak.

My partner is the lifetime kind

A cool comfort in this odd company.

The ice fades fast in my sugared rum

But he is cold water, the smile on my lips.

Should we want to win?

Paddles picked, bets brokered.

First timers vs. ...

You walk me back to my car.

My heart racing.

Do I kiss you?

No.

This was a mistake.

What if I’m not gay.

What am I doing?

Shit.

You ask if you can kiss me.

You lean in.

What do I do?

FUCK.

Your lips land on mine.

Our tongues dance.

Is this real life?

Incredible!...

In my hands, I hold,

Three round balls.

I sigh with excitement,

Ready to learn something new.

Tossing one in the air,

I release any doubts.

Tossing the second,

I can do this.

Catching the first,

Feeling like a rock hitting my hand,

I throw up the third,

And catch the second.

I release any negative emotion,

With each ball toss.

Catching only happy feelings,

And a new skill....

I was 13

Barely in high school

I had a friend

Lets call her Belle.

We lived near each other

Barely five minutes apart

So of course we walked home together.

Past the creek

Through the trees

Up a hill

Home.

She was exciting.

Extroverted

And fun

And new.

One day she asked to stop at a bench.

Secluded

And lonely

With not much foot traffic.

She rooted through her bag

While I sat and watched.

Out s...

My head hung low with sleep still in my eyes, I quietly sip my scalding black coffee. I mindlessly glared out of the dingy kitchen window. Suddenly I hear the bus chugging up the hill; interrupting my stupor. My eyes find Miss Rogers scooting her 3 grandchildren out the front door. As they all dashed to the bus stop, I couldn't stop wondering how she did it all. Raising those little ones. Working ...

Bored. Sitting at the kitchen table, I stared out of the dingy window. Just as I took a sip of my scalding coffee, I heard the bus chugging up the hill when I saw Miss Rogers scooting her 3 grandchildren out the front door. As they all dashed to the bus stop, I wondered how she did it all. Raising those little ones; working at the nursing home all those hours. Worrying, no doubt, about her daughte...

Stepping down the steps of Brooklyn, I imagined a camera across the street capturing every moment of opening the door, stepping onto the stoop, smiling at the gorgeous sunny sky, then stepping down the stairs to the front gate.

An image I cultivated in my mind, that I always saw in the movies, I was living and experiencing. And escape from a difficult life in Little Rhody brought me to the Big Ap...

i hated poetry and all its sickening rhymes,

then i was forced to write one about the hardest of times.

a heartbreaking loss of friendship.

my first ever poem, it went like this…

you promised forever and i bought that lie

wishing on all the shooting stars in the sky

that you and me would be ride or dies till the end of time.

but then you left

in the blink of an eye

i miss the laughs we ever sh...