3 Poems

Instructions for Helping It Feel Better (or at least different) 1.Rest, don’t just lay there with your eyes closed. 2.Don’t self-advertise, leave some things to be enjoyed by you and you alone. Take the stickers off of that water bottle. Rethink your next tattoo. 3.Try to come to terms with the realization that nothing lasts […]

2 Poems

Visiting the Witch Trials Memorial We still have our Salems. – Elie Wiesel Beneath the locust tree I ponder, pressing my back against its trunk. Another stone pulls my focus. No one wishes my ancestors were witches more than me, but, My God, the hangings and hysteria of it all. Will the final stone ever […]

2 Poems

Grand Central Station  My girls and I step onto 5th Ave,      And we don’t know when we’ll be back. It’s home to us, love shared between each other,      As we make love to the city.  Nine months locked up,      And what made me feel alive?  Making our way into […]

Dream in Color

Am I allowed to dream in color? Allowed to break bread with another? Send peace untouched to distant lovers? As you stroke with vibrant hues May I stroke with what doesn’t mimic monotone? Am I allowed to dream on the unprecedented? As you look to the future I fear tomorrow Colors of depravity fog the […]

End of a Poem I Fell Out of Love With

I am the obligatory veggie platter at the party– Waiting to be consumed And only touched when guests don’t know what else to do with their hands. They’ve discovered a discomfort I’ve determined to be mutual, And yet I remain… _____________________________________________________________________________________ Artist Statement: The full version of this poem mainly focuses on abuse, rage, and […]


I’ve been stuck inside a cage of my own making, Nails scraping the stone walls Once in pursuit of freedom Now just to mark days gone by I was desperate, staring through the steel bars, Waiting for a kind soul to come, Key in hand, To let me loose Gold, silver, orange with rust None […]

holding on, holding out

i grip onto sanity as hard as i possibly can, my knuckles turning white from the immense amount of effort it takes to hold myself up and prevent myself from falling thousands of feet into the endless pit of madness and despair. from the ashes tell me, is it possible for anyone to rise above […]