Bury My

Bury My

by | Jun 15, 2019 | Poetry

Bury my scalp with a shroud of love In a sweet folding layer upon layer Bury my head deep in the ground Let no light be found This growth must be done in the dark My eye, my teeth, my skin, my soul No one sees No one knows Bury my hands with no twine, no binding They...
Moss, Bush, Dwarf, Mighty

Moss, Bush, Dwarf, Mighty

by | Jun 1, 2019 | Poetry

Walking out our forgiveness is like growing a forest from the very first seed in the dirt. I wish I could say it is easy, and there won’t be bloody days, weeks, months–years. But there is truth in the blood. In the tears. There can even be joy in the holy...
Some Days

Some Days

by | May 11, 2019 | Poetry

Some Days just…they just are. Please forgive the typos because I’m not in the best space to make it that pretty.
Outside Air

Outside Air

by | May 4, 2019 | Poetry

The best laid plans are never the expectation fully realized Even on their best day In no way Is the plan better than the reality walked out Walk about Try it out There is a reason to sometimes cry it out Because life is not memory And plan is not reality When you...
Cooliyoshi

Cooliyoshi

by | May 2, 2019 | Poetry

It is a time to remember and be glad. Mourning looks like this too, sometimes. Someday, I’m going to look back. Why not today? There will be plundering, and there will be war. But today, let’s remember and peel back the pearl of great price that is a...