Last night, I drove through Detroitand listened to Folklore.By that I mean, I drove up and downWoodward Avenue.By that I mean - I drove to Birminghamand back,but if you've never been to Detroit metro,then you don't knowthat's the rich suburbs. I saw a copand got paranoid,because even though I'm whiteand drive a Buick, I'm not … Continue reading December
Category: poetry
Autumn
Everyone looses their shit over fall:the colors,the sweaters, and pumpkin spice, oh my!But I can't stand the darkness creeping induring the expanding night,with the chill in the air that will turn to snow in a few weeks time...or maybe not - 'cause the Earth is boiling, both literally and metaphorically - I feel trapped, in … Continue reading Autumn
somedays
Somedays, I wake up and my bed feels like a cloud that has absorbed everything of me. I'm weightless in the stillness and the silence of the morning. Somedays, I'm so excited to experience the day I can't wait to leave the comforting embrace of my bed. Somedays, the chill in the air seeps into … Continue reading somedays
first love
I saw you from a distance, you were lost in thought. a familiar feeling rose in my stomach as I recalled the first time you kissed me, in the shade, along the banks of a lazy river, on a midwest summer afternoon. I recalled the beautiful blue eyes with the long lashes that lit up … Continue reading first love
miles davis
A singular trumpet plays with a piano echo and a stand up bass moving forward. I'm in your apartment in a hazy cloud left over from the night staring out the window. It's winter in the city, the snow is falling on the Detroit River and the trumpet plays on. I can still remember the … Continue reading miles davis
period.
A poem for my period. I woke up to a tiny monster, clawing its way from the insides of my uterus desperate to see the sunlight. It stained my sheets while it robbed me of sleep to give me the consolation prize of not being pregnant for 16 consecutive years. This is bullshit. I don't … Continue reading period.
