#winter publishing

Dear You, I’m in love!  I never thought I would be in a place like this. I never thought I’d ever find someone who set my soul aflame, and brought me untold joy and happiness. She makes me feel safe, and secure, and powerful, and strong. Even when I’m uncertain and afraid, she holds me tight and she offers me consoling words, builds up my resolve, believes in me in ways I never thought anyone…

5.5.22 I am struck with a love for a woman. Tender and affectionate, A softness of touch, Of lips, Of hands grasped in Twilight hours. Perfumed with pines and ferns –  A wild woman, With which she has escaped Into the forests and stars, Thieving my bleeding heart.  I am struck with a love for a woman. Dance until feet give out;  Kiss until our lungs cry mercy;  Whisper sweat-soaked…

11.17.22 / 11.19.22 “It’s not easy for me to depend on other people,” I said. “I know,” she replied. I trusted you first with my time. A date at a local cafe I found myself holding some sense of safety at. A large table stolen for the sake of two – for you and I. I sipped on my tea and watched you enter and there was something about you, something in the way you walked, in the way you held…

I Still Remember: A Small Collection About A Woman I Don’t Call Grandma

These pieces are rough and stream of consciousness. They are not intended to be “good” or polished. I still remember her hand upon mine. Age drags at her skin, veins wrap thickly around bone. She smells floral, of detergent, of baked goods–snickerdoodles, raspberry tart, homemade pesto. Lake weed tinges the air and mixes with freshly cut grass, perfumes her hair pulled up above her head, styled…

There is a twist and a bite and a snap. There is the breaking of bones, of veins, of will. There is the weight of unwantedness that presses and presses and presses.  You are alone in this. You stand in the room, where voices boil over until all you can hear is silence. You were told you’d be safe. There is a bear trap locked around your ankle. You cannot run and you cannot scream or kick or…

Every day this week, my dreams have been smiling at me. Swirling within my mind, cupping my cheeks, beaming at the steps I’ve made. It isn’t often I wake up with a smile dancing upon my lips, with a lightness settling across my bones, lifting them to the clouds. A breath of fresh air within my lungs as full and refreshing as if I had been beneath the sea for ages. My fingertips buzz with my…