Wednesday, March 28, 2012


Your sideswept accusations,
and grotesque expectations
and our broken communication,
leave me pinned --
to the ground
I am floored.
You can leave through the door.

Saturday, March 24, 2012


I am a sleeping sparrow
My blanket is my wings
And though I have the gift of song
I dare not choose to sing.

Wednesday, March 7, 2012


Quick to run
Quick to fall
Quick to slam against the wall
Quick to speak
Quick to shout
Quick to pour my whole self out.