From the backseat My mother tells me when she picks me up from the train station that I’m supposed to fall in love at 27 she tells me this because a psychic tells her this when she’s trying to find someone who can hear her brother from the other side My father kicks meContinue reading “thin/thick thoughts on thursday”
Tag Archives: Poetry
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”
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”)”
A Word I Haven't Found Yet 