Today I gave my heart to the birds that never left my window, & the midmorning sun as it roused trees still saturated with the hue of night.
We are the children of the equator, and its heat lives in our skins, passed down from kins we’ve never met. They are those who worked sixteen hour days in sugared fields, storing the anger of the sun in their veins. And the days are always hot and sweaty, and respite is the sea breezeContinue reading “Children of the Equator”
Yes, I mourn every loss. I wish those who leave me behind would love me enough to stay. Yet, recently, there’s a certain calm I feel in the midst of all of this. An emerging light. Obviously I want people to love me and stay with me, but I don’t get dirtied up by theContinue reading “Untitled 1.2”
I run and run and run, and I hear the jangling of keys, of he who tries to confine me to solitary dreams. But she rouses me and tells me that they are but bells, and that as long as I listen to them, and keep my eyes open, I will be free.
We hate fleeting things. And though we drink of the sap, in our core we do not worship lust. Too much the emptiness that greets us in the morning. We want the permanence offered by love.
The truth is that there was always something off kilter about her words. It’s like they almost never work, the way they’re weirdly strung up together. But they eerily always do. It’s as if there’s this fine line thoughts conveyed have to cross to make sense, and she’d nervously or haltingly cross that line eachContinue reading “Untitled 1”
The land was one hundred and twenty six miles at its longest and fifty six miles at its widest. The sea was always there. Massive and mythical and generous and unconquerable. We didn’t have much but, even when we’d forget her, she’d always be there. Today, atop a hill, I looked out as far asContinue reading “The Sea”
In a past life I was blind. In a past life, I stood nights on the side of the road waiting for a friendly light. I never once looked up. I saw no moon. No stars. In a past life I heard morning owls and birds but heard only the call of the day. IContinue reading “A Past Life”
Lightning and thunder in the distant night sky. I once saw you in the promises of these things, or on a trajectory to me. I speak of a heart once heavy with love. How at the same time it was light enough to fly. Of how I wanted to whisper away my share of thisContinue reading “The Middle”