Listening to the rain and Stevie Nicks is stirring up my heart tonight. Thinking about writing a song and recording it. We shall see.
“When they came, the mountains shuddered. The rivers emptied themselves of bones. Undressed until they were naked and still. When they came, they called you unholy. Blamed you for the sin weighing down their hands. The wind drowned the ocean in screams of sisters gone mad with envy of their brothers’ thunder feet. Their … Continue reading When the torches came
A hole covered in moss. I visit you there, from time to time to time to ti-. I’m sorry. I’ve lost my little sliver of the future again. How do you stay so unlatched from this? This being you. This being the space between the song & the ear. Don’t answer me. I hear water. … Continue reading 107.0 Miles
There are finger prints on the handles of daggers that rest in our dying chests. Let’s not sugarcoat the obvious — we did this to each other, you and I.
you look at me and see the cities you tried to burn down; you look at me and see what babylon would have become; you look at me and see the limit of your own power. you watch. i rise. tremble.
His love was ambient, warm holy water. A baptism that cleansed me of my shame, my Daddy's starless hands, my Mommas undoing. There was Him and then there was god. You see, I was conceived out of wedlock, unwanted until my momma stumbled into an abortion clinic "a child" and walked out "a woman". I … Continue reading They ate me
I fell, like a rogue wave crashing towards the shore into the deepest chasm of your arms. Inhaled, like a breath after drowning, You pull me past skin and marrow, to realms only God and I could see. _ We waged war behind the veil against human-like demons with hallowed hungry eyes and whispered suggestions. … Continue reading Betwixt