I could hear the waves crashing above me as I dove into the deep, dark, sea. I felt the coral so sharp, as I saw my hand glazing over it. There was silence everywhere, yet at the same time, noise sounded in all places. The bright, bold colors of the reefs allowed the tropical fish to blend in. I
in orchards of lemon trees we tiptoe, under the hanging yellow fruit in blue moonlight, we will stay until orange light leads us inside
in orchards of lemon trees we giggle at your pinched sour face as you taste the bitterness from the tip of your tongue trailing back to your throat
Egg-yolks blooming in serenity baba’s palms turn upwards black dirt falling on the sun. The fruit of baba’s hands covered in spines twisted but not the wicked way that punctures skin. Serpentine limbs extend in search of hands to hold fingers to suffocate. Pungent soil moistens fingertips incande
You ask me If I know the way back home from here. I sing the words, “yes, dear” back to you like I’m someone else. You say “alright” because you’ve got nothing else to say right now; I respect that. I keep my eyes on the road. I’m not quite sure where you’re looking at this point
Montana and Wyoming The sprawling landscape of Yellowstone Against towering mountains Form a place that I’d never seen before The animals and people you meet at pull offs Are what make the experience an experience Waiting for Old Faithful to burst After a long enough time it does The height of th
Yesterday, I took a walk. I went through the park, I passed by one empty cup, two used napkins, three cigarette butts. I jaywalked across the street, past the hardware store and into the coffee shop. I ordered a small latte, handed the pretty barista a five-dollar bill and stuffed the change in m
Wet hair clings to my cheeks salty from the rain Drops like tears slide down my nose as the gray of the sky peers down upon me Barefoot in the grass for a few moments I forget about the life I am crushing below With my eyes closed I block out the rushing of the highway in the distance and the sch
I know that when I die I’ll sink into the soil Be eaten by all the things I’ve eaten Become the dirt for all to walk upon I know that my thoughts are just neurons firing That my heart is a collection of molecules that happen to beat but sometimes I look into the sky and wonder how the sun manages
cactus spines pink flowers my quiet is not blurred signs at the edges of interstate when the clouds circle at night pack of dogs i will my body to be prickly pear humidity is saturation saturation of patience saturation tires the rubber that child perches on grass stem working between teeth green
The world comes to life, As a new day dawns; The freeze is now over, Frosty winter now gone.
The creatures all wake From their deep sleep. Now through the land Does warmth truly seep.
Birds start to chirp, The sun lights the sky, The breeze, now calmer, Begins to gently sigh.
You say it makes no difference who I am and how I choose to express it. You’ll say this through clenched teeth. You’ll say this and you’ll tell yourself It’s better that I take my time -now- better that I get it out of my system. Looking back on all of life’s regrets you regret never teaching me
I want to touch a tree. Not just any tree. A tree with big green leaves. I miss the shade trees give on hot summer days. The way they smelled, not like a flower, just the overall smell of nature. I want to sit on a tree branch and scream. I am free. I want to hug a tree. It may seem hippiesh to y
The sea shimmers as if a child, has poured glitter in its soft blue path. Mountains linger over such water and are outlined by a china blue sky. The sun dances across the water, casting this magical scene. A fisherman casts his line in various shades of orange and red. Clap Water collides with th
Sunbeam, slices of wet light The coral reef filled with dreams glossy fish murmur- swirling, swishing, swimming envy of the rainbow crimson, sapphire, persimmon, lime Colors never seen by human eyes before Ebony hair dances, harmony to the waves Flipping on her back gaze through the cobalt sparkl
When the stars lose a bit of their shine And it comes down on Earth. A horse will rise. A horse white as moon. With a mare grey as a thundercloud. Its hooves will sound like thunder When it canters across the night sky, Its coat glistening in the moonlight. Its eyes will reflect the lightning Whi
It doesn’t matter, When the sun sets to the west It doesn’t matter, How fast the current is in the ocean It doesn’t matter, When a storm passes through the plains It doesn’t matter, The way stars twinkle in the night sky It doesn’t matter, When the sun shines on a sandy beach It doesn’t matter, I
The sun beats down on the snow-covered Colorado peak. Two birds have a lengthy conversation, chirping short replies at one another like two young children arguing over who was first in line. Marmots run and play chase, screeching often out of frustration or to mock the opposition.