I lie awake at night And torture myself about the quiet And the loud The missteps and the steps not taken I sigh for the memory so strong of everything I did not do to the level to see me esca...

How much am I missing That I cannot speak of lost love Or reminisce on past conquest Should I yearn for a whole Or feel slighted there is an empty space Where there was a weight A soul The s...

The saddest thing in my world Is my mother Is not a grandmother

Par for the course Never played golf Some better some worse Never married No kids Conversation end

The visit of a loved one Comes on the wings of silence and dust Feather light Dancing in the sun

Madness descends Climbing up Spiralling down Endless repeat The madness is a gif (with a hard g)

Wind is the promise of change Winding me up Freeing me momentarily To believe thing are possible Not a gentle breeze But the whipping of leaves and branches The smell of possibility carries Lying ...

Rather than venture out We buy the outdoors in Can’t see the stars Can’t take a breath A placebo for losing ourselves Get out Get out of your brain Feel and see the depth Walk where others have (L...

Night tremors Rippling through Rearranging the deck chairs Rearranging the way things happen So you no longer can see whether You are breathing or if it is the echo The memory of a breath You are s...

Be wild But not too wild Be pretty But not too pretty Be sexy But not slutty Be independent But see yourself in relation to me and male societal dictates Be strong But feminine and fragile Be the y...

The voices of privilege should fall silent To listen those for whom privilege has been a spelling word (nod) But not a lived experience For whom privilege has been taken Or never shared Has been cl...

The weight of being seen Never in the way you want Is awkward and burdensome Ridiculous You know But the weight is a reminder of the hope Existing in the hollow Of the night