A Kiss of Life and Death

There was once a young man who was dying, in one way or another. And as his lungs heaved with the effort of breathing, and his heart beat tediously on, Death came to sit with him and hold him in her arms. She laid his head in her lap and stroked his hair and brushed away his tears with an edge of her black velvet cloak. He listened to the waves crashing on the shore, and he wondered what it would be like to die.

What She Means

September 23rd is International Bisexuality Visibility Day. So here are select excerpts from my poem, "B is for Bisexual." The idea for the poem was to try to give answers to all the questions and comments bisexuals get all the time and we're kind of tired of. That was the first spoken word piece I've ever performed.

Haunted Closet

Fall In Love (noun) #poetry #design #layout #visualpoetry #poetryprompts

Fall In Love (Noun)

Fall In Love (noun) #poetry #design #layout #visualpoetry #poetryprompts

Death & its Grief

Death & its Grief #poetry #design #layout #visualpoetry #poetryprompts #death #grief How is Death so absolute but its grief so hesitant, so skeptical, so persistent, indecisive, inconclusive, still discreetly lingering?

Reasonable Requests

Reasonable Requests #poetry #design #layout #visualpoetry #poetryprompts #bodyimage #bodypositivity #bodyshaming #fatshaming A towel that wraps all the way around my body, A few choices in my size, trousers that fit my hips without drowning my ankles, being seen for who I am. Walking with ease down the ariplane aisle, being visible on the dance floor, doctors that take me seriously, a straight answer.

B is for Bisexual

September 23rd is International Bisexuality Visibility Day. So here are select excerpts from my poem, "B is for Bisexual." The idea for the poem was to try to give answers to all the questions and comments bisexuals get all the time and we're kind of tired of. That was the first spoken word piece I've ever performed.

Inner Goddess

#poetry #design #adulting #mentalhealth #college #changeishard #changeisgood Ahead of me was an abyss [...] It changed as I fell, and I changed, And though I could sense the ground beneath me I never found my footing...

Fire Still Not Died

Fire Sill Not Died #poetry #design #layout #visualpoetry #poetryprompts #herheartprompts #herheartpoetry It's too hot inside my heart where this fire still has not died. I want to finally put it out but my water has turned to ice. So while I wait for the ice to melt come sit here by my side and tell me if you too are hot from a fire that's still not died.

A Little Bit of Wandering

#poetry #design #adulting #mentalhealth #college #changeishard #changeisgood Ahead of me was an abyss [...] It changed as I fell, and I changed, And though I could sense the ground beneath me I never found my footing...