city of apples – a poem

my friends live in a cluster in the city of lights or is that Paris they're in the city of apples you know which one i'm 3 hours north living my quiet domestic life by the seaside nestled in the theater forest with the foghorns and homemade ice creams and living in a Victorian mansion … Continue reading city of apples – a poem

cultivate – a poem

I walk out of yoga full of breath and space between my ligaments. The smell of incense and motherly love from massage tables hangs on my T-shirt and I repeat my affirmation from savasana I am safe I am held I am whole I am loved I have to keep reminding myself. Outside the seagulls … Continue reading cultivate – a poem

turkish coffee – a poem

We ate simits covered in olive spread, thin little bagels so you don’t get schmutz on your face. After, we drank Turkish coffees strong like a shot. We read each other’s fortunes from the coffee grounds letting the spirit move through us. We saw rivers flowing in ravines and raccoons on mountains and energy leaving out of ourselves and cleaning … Continue reading turkish coffee – a poem

floating – a poem

I float underneath stars letting the north star be my focal point because it's the brightest and biggest and it seems to be right above me. The water moves like black silk and I let myself be carried. With each breath, I let go and relax deeper and deeper into my bed of waves. Underwater, … Continue reading floating – a poem

summer heat – a poem

The heat is oppressive like stepping out into suffocating silence like the oven is turned on too high and the buildings are caving in. We spend our Sunday inside reading fiction and memoirs sipping everything from rose gold iced lattes to iced teas to lavender Italian sodas to cucumber water - anything to distract us … Continue reading summer heat – a poem

adversity makes you fuck better – a poem

I can tell how much adversity someone’s faced By how good of a lover they are. The straight white male who grew up with the white picket fence and mom and dad and high school sports is always the worst Not because he doesn’t care, but just because nobody has ever taught him how  He … Continue reading adversity makes you fuck better – a poem

Forgotten Cities – a poem

Picnics of plastic wrapped watermelon And smoked turkey sandwiches between wheat bread on blue paper plates. Creamy goat cheese spread on toasted cheddar pita chips with smashed raspberries on top. Snacking on sweet summer strawberries. I eat them until all but the green leaves are left with a little bit of juicy red hanging on … Continue reading Forgotten Cities – a poem