Prose & Poetry

i am not the one to bear all of this this is meant for someone stronger

             outside the house that sheltered my becoming.              Beside the tree that was never big

Sunsets don’t give a damn about who stood there yesterday eyes exhausted from staring at the

we were two breaths / in clasps & grass / a stranger in my skin /

A croaking frog romancing the dark             amplified by night’s silence                         singing notice me, find

When we are not delivered From The Romans The Klan The Gestapo The Polarized From Shame

Billowing white sails steer about a ripply river, Shimmering and tender twenty-somethings diving in, bobbing up,

Wave after wave, crests with each ascension, descension Gathering at some unknown point  traveling to its

Admire I do a skin so thick, Often thin on young illusion Some peel too as