Tag Archives: The Worth of the Feminine

Untitled 10-5-17

I choose life
Even bloody life
It can burn like fire
The bloodiness of that word
It sounded like
Justification
The feeling of it
Bound me ’round my waist
And my throat
I couldn’t see my way clear
Until I chose
My eyes were covered
And then I chose
I can’t be seen clearly
Your “rose-colored” love
Is a warped diadem
Leaning a bit too far down
You can’t see me
For the tyranny of your title
And so here we are
Trying to see one another
None doing it correctly
Until we choose
And the words bleed bloody justification
No honesty or attempts at bridges
Only bloody words
Scaring and scarring
But I choose life
I choose fire
I choose joy
Bloody joy even

Untitled 7-29-17

  1. Write a poem/story using all five senses – 5 min.

They didn’t tell me how the gas would smell as we ran through the maze. That tangy, nasty bitter bite that whooshed all around us in the humid air on our skin. I tried to be cool, but cool thought I was awkward and left me stranded. Tony was so in love he didn’t notice. Oh to love blindly like that again. It was in everything he did, even his food tasted like love, and not just because he went to culinary school. He ate tilapia off the floor for

Tony was so in love he didn’t notice. Oh to love so blindly like that again. It was in everything he did, even his food tasted like love, and not just because he went to culinary school. He ate tilapia off the floor for me and told me my story draft was cool even when he was supposed to be studying and should have waited until the weekend to look at it (or at least until his homework was done).

We ran, and the guy with the chainsaw chased us. Not to worry, the blades were taken off. It was all for effect.

We were supposed to be scared as we traveled in the dark, but I felt mixed up, like my eyes were in a blender and spinning – into memory and into future and into the moment, trying not to trip on the trails as we fell in love.