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

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

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

the kind of girl – a poem

she's the kind of girl who will always spill her red wine on the towel on the sand she will always have food on her face and in her tangled brown hair also down the front of her dress she will leave her clothes on the ground flinging her bra and pants off as soon … Continue reading the kind of girl – a poem

strawberries after sex – a poem

strawberries after sex taste sweeter especially when they're hydroponic you had to look up what that meant - its when you grow plants from water not soil its more sustainable that way it must be cheaper too because the box was $3 instead of the usual 6 the strawberries tasted sweeter than any other strawberries … Continue reading strawberries after sex – a poem

refrigerated milk – a poem

refrigerated milk I poured you a bowl of cereal this morning frosted flakes there was an empty milk jug in the fridge who puts an empty milk jug back into the fridge? as I searched for an alternative I found half and half butter milk and finally a bottle of 1% milk all the way … Continue reading refrigerated milk – a poem

bathroom thoughts – a poem

bathroom thoughts a break from reality in time and space made company by the sound of rushing water day old coffee beans and the whir of the fan above me. This could be anywhere, yet it is here. The wastebasket is overflowing and my hands feel like chalk even though I washed them only an … Continue reading bathroom thoughts – a poem