On autopilot in the August heat

To write a story so big it holds humanity in its arms would be a gift to the collective of its own doing- messengers carry the words we can’t articulate the nights we pretend we have nothing to say

3 birds

three birds flashed before my eyes you, me, and elohim what a holy trinity I thought comedic and full of errors we made sure to leave room for tragedy to honor the past that was burning between my fingers as I came home to me now I can really see now I can really see WeContinue reading “3 birds”

Penny Talk

You left over 900 pennies in a bag by the door when you left. That was a year ago. I housed them in a drawer with other stuffed away memories in the shape of a deck of cards and mismatched earrings and old sets of keys. But today I thought, I should clean out that drawer andContinue reading “Penny Talk”

Phina (“the burning ones”)

Ask all the big questions Ask them to yourself Ask me Look up and ask the universe why we’re starting to look like our souls Look down at the spaceships we call feet and think about the first time you let them take you someplace new because it was time to move forward and thenContinue reading “Phina (“the burning ones”)”