Chameleon

He gives away more than he means to all these years into life, fervently seeking God by whatever name and oh, the misery of a heart chained to romanticism, temptation of forbidden apples, torturous longing. Sometimes I wonder at my own pivoting turns, self-created...

Free

When did women learn the soul bashing false humility of self abnegation? When did men first crush hearts into emotional valises, compartmental corruption of the tender qualities that endear them to us? We are free. And if we are not liberated, forgetfulness is the...

STONE SOUP

I know this nonchalance you speak of, a kind of half-blaming, half-devoted confusion of youth. Must be a mother-daughter thing meant to break hearts open like sorrow or ecstasy; a mixed plate from Pandora’s kitchen, perspective being all as I know now, having had...

Profusion

Renewing my world happens in flashes of insight. If I gaze across twilight in dread of darkness impending, I negate the incubating promise of restoration with the breaking of morn; I shun my own body, fecund with potential percolating possibilities yet to be realized,...