A poem — Perhaps love can be most true When you will never be loved by your belovèd When under shattered starry skies You will never be theirs And they will never be yours But you love them still… in your freedom. Sometimes those stars Feel like ten swords piercing you through But…

For that love tethers us to the truth, whether that is god, or the celestial dance of starlight throughout the galaxies… — I know that the world was a better place with you in it. Does that mean that whatever is waiting for us, when our feet no longer tread on this sphere is that much brighter and magnificent? Is it beyond our comprehension not only because of the limits of our fragile and…

Let you go, must I — A poem Sitting here in the light of day in my thoughts, alone, you stay when the strings flowing from my breast are drawn to the rhythmic beating in your chest. Thoughts of you make my synapses dance but neither fate nor muse let us…

‘To the men who have leered at us with your dark intentions’ — A poem — To the men who have hated our light, and leered at us with your dark intentions To the men who have abused us and kept us captive in your reality of pain: Thank you Thank you for awakening the warriors who lay hidden within Emerging from…

A poem to the sexist brute It ain’t nothin’ new I’ve dealt with sad, pathetic men like you You glare at me, flexin’ your chiseled jaw Sittin’ up there lookin’ like Brett Kavanaugh Dismissin’ me with your words, callin’ me “intense” I didn’t ask for your two cents Just what…

A poem — I would rip out all of my hair and walk across broken glass I would carve the heart out of my chest — I would take all of your pain and so much more I would do anything for you, my child to keep you alive But I will wash…

A poem I am an old oak with branches reaching wide, like arms outstretched. Golden light dances across my bark, as the warmth penetrates to my core. My trunk is solid rooted to the earth. As I stand tall, stable, safe, I am aware of the shade beneath my leaves. …

Provoked by his invoking voice, my chest rises and falls…A poem. Provoked by his invoking voice my chest rises and falls Not breathless but full of breath to my hope he calls As his words spin in my head like mist in a dream I turn to the foggy mirror, unsure…

A Poem — Child of the universe, when my mind turns to you, I am amazed at all of the earthly angels you have gathered, though your steps so few My soul knows it’s the sparkling energy you emit and how it grows As the earth spins and we roll with you on this crazy…