Poetry

In a tiny boat on giant swells, the home to monsters below, sits a little man with dreams enough to fill the deep. Brave he is for the monsters below crave dreams uncorrupt. Their giant tails provoke great waves and fiery breath heats the sea. Yet, on he rows. A steady procession to distant shores. His dreams are undisturbed, safe in his heart on his tiny boat. The question now arises, much like the looming tide: should one fear the monsters or the one who fears them not? Oct

Sad, sad little girl trapped inside a woman's body, moaning the name of her captor, too afraid to grasp the future by the horns. Sad, sad little girl trapped inside a mother's body. Her daughters will never groan. They will grasp the future by it's purple horns. 27 October, 2022

My ongoing love affair with words stuns me to silence. I capture them inside my head and hold them hostage. I let them stew, ferment. I let them age into wisdom and become more than what they were. A beautiful metamorphosis that eclipses the natural and verges on the supernatural. Then I spit them out, in hopes that their venomous sting will bring us closer together. Nov 29, 2022 This poem was pulled from my notes app and was accompanied by a bit of journaling which I've incl