Xanadu
 

my mom plants a garden in my heart. she tends to the yellow tulips and the purple hydrangeas. me, a flower— i can do very little for her....

Our origin,  birthright.  Gravity encasing, touching every inch, holding you. We are judged by our volume and mass.  The amount  of space...

-for my eulogist, in advance                                   -after Stephen Dunn Tell them I was human.  That I lived a life I loved....

Atoms, Particles, Cells; sharing energy. Composing symphonies.  Creation. Destruction.  What is the Matter? Do the Atoms  itch ? The...

-for my eulogist, in advance​                         -after Stephen Dunn Do not praise me for my exceptional patience, It has cost me...

I’m made of skin, and your love is a knife; strong, cutting deep, drawing blood. Peeling back layers until it’s inside the most...

Threads begin to split, worn down from sheltering me. My needle pricks the fabric, weaving through its imperfections. The threads run...

Her hand gently pressed against the table, Conveying the distinct forms of ridges, Carving the love she’s held. The silver twines in her...

A deep burgundy blanket  surrounding my torso with warmth. My favorite necklace trapped in the fuzz. Covered in holes and loose threads. ...

The vase holds so much— holds so little. Tears bear the flowers’ place, a space to grow. He ponders in silence the many...