
Identity
i know the devil’s first born son he has never met his dad he thinks the horns on his head are tiny little lamps Image by PublicDomainPictures from Pixabay Continue reading Identity
i know the devil’s first born son he has never met his dad he thinks the horns on his head are tiny little lamps Image by PublicDomainPictures from Pixabay Continue reading Identity
The sun feels a little warmer on my back I can smell the yellow heat on my skin My feet step a little lighter today If I skip, I will float into the sky Aren’t the colors brighter than they … Continue reading More of You
I’m an ordinary little old school girl, sometimes, and then not I don’t have the latest camera app on my phone I’m not a filters guru I don’t have a signature wardrobe No, I wear whatever feels right for that … Continue reading An Ordinary Little Big Girl: Part 1
I have become the thing I hated The evils I once fought with fervor I now practice with easy grace I want to blame it on love Cast the burden its cruel, cold, and unfair shoulders. But love is not … Continue reading Monster Workshop
When you spread your legs Men sing mighty ballads Then fumble with words They compose great shairis* And whimper like babes All at once When you spread your legs Men make promises Promises they will never keep And some they … Continue reading Tales of Africa: Between Her Legs
People like us Don’t get to say sorry So we don’t When we hand an ice-cream to a lonely kid They cringe When we wolf down the old man’s food He nods People like us Lurk in the shadows Waiting … Continue reading Villains