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
Tag: 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
(anti)Acid
I'm aching in the anticipation of your lingering kisses that I want to save the feeling of. And I hate, that I can't remove you from all the space that's used to keep records of all the lines on your face. I keep writing about you because I'm trying to find the right words that … Continue reading (anti)Acid
starting 30
I live in dichotomies and reflect on the mile stone of reaching another decade around the sun. I feel old and then I don't feel old enough. I listen to jazz like a good intellectual and say things like Miles is so existential and I want to punch myself in the face when those words vomit … Continue reading starting 30
signs
I think a lot about this sign, I saw in a coffee shop. And I think about that coffee shop and how everyone inside looked like a social media influencer but seemed to lack anything genuine and I know, I'm being judgmental about people I don't know and a place I went to once but … Continue reading signs
dating
I like dating because I like pretending I'm the person I wish I was. I like to see how long I can keep the facade before I crack under my self imposed perfection. I like playing a role of the charming curvaceous redhead with electric eyes and musical laughs. I like to think my social … Continue reading dating
a hawk by the road
I saw a hawk today. At first I thought it was an owl. because I never see owls and I'm low key obsessed for the day my owl sighting occurs. When I got closer though, it was obvisouly a hawk. I wondered How did I know what a hawk was. As in, when did I … Continue reading a hawk by the road
electricity
I have a long list of lovers I consider in the hindsight of nostalgia. I think about the tiny moments that are shared between souls when it feels like the rest of the world fades away. I am the star I my personal collection of romantic scenes. Drunken bare feet dancing in spare rooms of … Continue reading electricity
auspicious winters
The hour between 4 and 5 in January in Michigan is my favorite moment of everyday. If the suns out anyway, because if we're blessed with a clear sky in winter, at 4 o clock gold kisses the naked trees and radiates from buildings in contrast to elongated shadows drifting lazily across the ground. I … Continue reading auspicious winters
coffee shops
Coffee shops act as my sanctuary these days because I'm hopelessly addicted to the smell of the coffee shop. I like when coffee burns down my throat like I'm drinking molten lava. It's sort of how whiskey feels when you drink that on summer days by a river with the smell of lake water perfuming … Continue reading coffee shops
