I wrote this poem while reflecting on the most recent outbreak of black death caused by police as well as the most recent outbreak of trans death in our society. My black trans heart hurts. My black trans soul is tired from having to relentlessly fight for my humanity. I’m especially tired of having to […]
Allow me to compose for You, for I called You a poem knowing that You in all You are are art. You are words dripping from my tongue, satiating A thirst for medium form, and style, Life. I called You, Poetry. You showed up late and underdressed, A sight to behold. All glory, In the sunlight.
Union My heart entwines with both sides of my brain while my conscience quiets, and I am grateful for the days I awake loving me as I am loved. Psalm 86:11-17
Untitled Brains think and believe in electricity that sparks movement from limb to limb. And we continue in this way calling it synapse or science, Which is really just a more decorative description for that which we cannot understand. Psalm 104:27-30
Thirsty trees sprout Up from the earth awaiting the truth of summer rains. John 3:31-36
A Dwelling Place I thought that I had found the place where you live, amongst the dewdrops in the morning. While combing through thick fog to find the tall rocks near the ocean. May that I rise to meet you. Lift me with the ocean spray, following the contours of your coastline with a photographic […]
The silence between heartbeats sounding in still air writes the songs we sing.