Inner Child

(Have no idea what an inner child is? Check out this helpful page on subconscious psychology) Every day, you were someone different. The first day of fourth grade, the last day of high school, in the zoo, or wandering the woods. I hold you, or I try to, this fractaling puzzle in my heart ofContinue reading “Inner Child”

What I Would Tell Myself back on those dark nights

(Yes, this poem deals with suicide. I’ve been around some things recently that are relevant to the topic, and sometimes I see responses from people who are clearly trying to help but maybe don’t know how. I am also not an expert on how to respond in the best way, and I didn’t want toContinue reading “What I Would Tell Myself back on those dark nights”

Tethered to the Earth

tethered to the earth she who gave us birth taste the metal’s worth dancing with all mirth — We need stinging green Blossom bright like baby beans Call the sun to share her warmth Planet earth, we’re coming forth — tidal waves we’ve wept caverns grown unkempt we scream from the depths: dying for ourContinue reading “Tethered to the Earth”

masking

I act every day, if the party’s too noisy I tuck my distaste away if I feel like collecting sixteen maple seeds and throwing them in the parking lot but there’s strangers around, I’ll act like I’ve got no interest but walking, not skipping, or hopping, or tiptoeing over the sidewalk cracks. I know howContinue reading “masking”

6 stages of insanity (but the good kind)

stage 1: the pet store owner in the video game world. Name tags, puppy dogs, kittens, birds. Stage 2: the fortune teller witch chucking fortune cookies at customers in the streets reading your palm tree. stage 3: the rich girl in a future of teleporters and cancer cures, burning flame-resistant tops and buying color coordinatingContinue reading “6 stages of insanity (but the good kind)”

Meet Minnie, An Animated Mango

Minnie the mango murdered the mangrove man who lived in a maroon mansion in the muddy mangrove marsh, Minnie the mango missed the memo on market Monday: mangrove men don’t buy mangos to make friends. Marty the mangrove man bought macadamias and mangoes from the market for a marvelous melon mix and Minnie moseyed alongContinue reading “Meet Minnie, An Animated Mango”

Echo, or Deaf

My own footsteps tap-top bongos in my skull on the sidewalk my silicone soles roll in the snow, my shoes seem to slosh through shallow shoals– these feet mime an earthquake of music and the symphony stretches, shivering, across my whole surface, my breath my bite my beating blood; I scream with sound to theContinue reading “Echo, or Deaf”

Hope of Coping

For so long, I survived, biding my time– saying I bottled up the bruises sounds clichĂ© but clichĂ©s sometimes hold true. I was a glimmery glass bottle, like they say, I reflected sunlight, blinding outsiders from what I held, I carried on by a determination to carry this heavy heart to some higher mountain, someContinue reading “Hope of Coping”