poetry allows me to purge and process. its how I breathe.
Beloved Chariot, How have you Lived through all this? All this Aggression, Morphing and exceeding the physical Limitations Entering realms even I’m only discovering now, and those that are still Unknown to Me, Womb, Belly, Hands, Eyes, My Body is my Witness, When the day the Trumpet Calls upon my Soul, My Being will bare […]
What just Happened?The walls are Empty,My eyes blank from all the Washing,Ants can be seen walking in regiment in the corner of all the Walls,Moss, plaguing the floor,.Soft, warm under the soles of my Feet, so I tread lightly,As if a bomb could erupt at any moment,Is this Fear?Or Preparation? What has happened here?I am […]