Tag: writing
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dear brother-
where are you dear brother? are you safe?are you warm?have you eaten? are you at peace? everyone says you are here, watching, always with me. most days i believe that to be true. but i’m hiccuping my tears in,“oh just get on with it already.” no one likes a sad girl. fuck it. i just miss you,big brother. so much…
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August
august surpasses july let downs, drying of tears.heat waves endinginsomnia persisting.everyone has left or is leaving.but i promised myself i’d learnhow to stay. scattered attentions,enough reservoir to aspirenot enough to complete. i shed ghost writing skins, i’m ready to find my words. i can’t when i feel this small, this broken, this watched, this critiqued..so i open the front door, softly,…
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UBC (postcards from Canada)
i wake with my eyes slowly adjusting to white crisp bedsheets and Canadian sun bathing in the open window. the air smells of ocean morning mist breezes through pacific coast rain forest with undercurrents of freshly cut grassand rose gardens in bloom.i can already feel the longingto remember this scent for the rest of my life.…
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twentytwentyfour
i need you to let go.you’re haunting me. i move forward, i fall back. i’m trying, i’m trying so hard. i get stronger everyday. i find myself a little more everyday. then it all falls apart. and i realizei cant do this without you. don’t godon’t go don’t go i can’t. i can’t. i can’t. this hurts too much..…
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west 4th avenue
i arrive, they ask, i try to deliver.they want me showing up manifestations of golden hour shimmersa summer rooftop party with old friendsbut intuition sends elevator chills, “high alert girl, be on guard girl.”but they act so happy to see me, it’s been years.. i’m finally here. they offer a drink, i decline. they offer a…
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