Child of mist and swirls of fog, allow me but one moment to cradle you in my weightless arms— now dense with love

Out past it all, looking back at a pale blue fetus. There is a dawning loss of care and hierarchy, an angels trumpet twining up a rusted stop sign.

I swear, I’ve inherited Little Stevie's mistrust for the church, government and schools The more I research I discover the class system is real overall we have been played like fools Answers follow more questions, all this suffering, violence and death will never make sense Healthy dialogue is overtaken by toxic debates What was once benevolent atmospheres are now full of rage disrespectful and tense The last four years I’ve lived in seclusion while deep in my spirit I long t

Brittle ladder as if a human could build a tool from itself. First year art students in Hiroshima sit in the dirt making hammers to use for their future work. Fragments of A-bombed roof tiles scattered behind them, a radioactive stage for vulnerable and permanent drama. We climb ourselves, long femurs wrapped together with twine, up the tall sides. Mandible hinges keep pale horizontal tibia and ulnas in place to hold the calcium sacrum between parallel lines ascending from pa

You sure look yummy Mind if I take a bite? Just one? Or maybe two? Or maybe every bit of you? It will all be over real soon, I promise You won’t even feel it, If I devour you quick enough, that is And I better consume you, As fast as I can You’re already beginning To melt in my hands Yes, I know that being eaten Is one of your biggest fears, But don’t worry You won’t even have to hear Yourself screaming, Cause I plan to start With both of your ears Happy Easter!!! 🐰 🌷🌼 Ros

there were ladies with cigarettes at fairs when my wrist dusted the sand and came upon that cherry burn what a mark they made on me and don’t forget the trailer where Luke took me holding onto 16 with brown paneled walls I was younger, then older and then my wrist came to that scratch in the kitchen and the knick that scabbed dark what a beauty I’ve become among dishes and poetry I whisper when I’m alone and they’re asleep I’m barely in touch with the feel of surrender to so

As I cruise through Paramus and up into The great fall foliage of the Empire border - I ask myself: is this it? Can a Sleepy’s, Price Chopper, and Chipotle be worth the blood? Is this why the tribes were slaughtered? Even Mussolini bore an aesthetic! Three dollar gas and packaged, processed enchiladas - Away from grace and growth, no children left to run, No creatures left to graze But this is not mere fascism, this quiet, drab extinction event - Did we blight the coral all f

The urge is always within, waiting in wandering roots unfurling tendrils of life wading through soaked soil, pushing through silt and clay petals turn sunward leaves catch morning dew holy arachnid offerings glint between your sisters and you you: stubborn in your very existence, plucked in your prime, star-shaped and black-eyed black-eyed: not from taking the brunt of this cruelty but from existing as you’d always been, as you are the violence of life displayed in your bea

I send my love in waves and whispers, / letters folded with prayer, / voice trembling into calls that slice the oceans, / hoping each syllable finds you alive,...

Silence will echo long after the cries / The hunger, the famine, the heartbreaking goodbyes / And should evil prevail / Through the greed and the lies, / The silence will echo long after the cries

Some love burns like a holy fire / Leaves no shelter, leaves no skin / After that, you don’t chase heaven / You just want quiet to live in

She talked too fast Wore heels too high