We may not talk So much anymore Caught up in marriage, Work, Family, Other social circles, Very busy lives— I still think of you though, When I hear that song, Or see a small dog, Or a rainbow flag, Or your pictures on Instagram. I still think of you when I yearn For a gentle…

My husband has a girl friend, She was there before me. They almost had a romance, She’s as pretty as can be— At first, I guess, it bothered me, But only just a bit, I reminded myself I trusted him, And when we finally met, My husband’s girl friend welcomed me, With such a sweet…

Dear Best Friend I hope you know, Down deep in your soul, Where the root of insecurity Likes to take hold, That you are chosen, Wanted, Loved beyond measure, Cherished beyond price That I think you placed Each star in the sky— When I look at those stars, I can’t help but count All of…

“I don’t text you like you text me,” He said, sipping his bourbon slowly. I looked at this beautiful man, and knew It was true. How many times had I poured out my soul, To be met with, “Thank you for the kind words,” – Oh, what I’d give To hear, that he sees in…

Jesus rolled up the other dayBehaving in the American way.He crossed the street when he saw a Black man,And shook his finger at the immigrant,He turned his water into beer,And grabbed his waitress by the rear,But he took a girl home, then called her a whore,Cause he wanted cheap sex, and nothing more,And she did…

Caliber I didn’t know that men of your caliberExisted outside of the fairy-tale worldShame on you for ruining my perception.I didn’t think anyone could seeOr hear, or care for someone broken as me ,But the moment I met you I felt connection.You took my hand inside one of your own,Said,”come follow me, do not go…

It was a Saturday night;A cold night in BrooklynIf I remember right.When you asked my nameI said I was the Archer, and I drew my bow.You said it didn’t matter,You were made of stone. You walked with me, to keep me warm,I asked had you seen heaven beforeYou laughed and saidThe heart is a muscleYou’d…

Hope is not a porcelain dollPrecariously balanced on the edge of destructionReady to fall at a change in the windHope is the dirt, and the grit under fingernails,The blood,Tears,And SweatHope is the sweet scent of deathAkin to roses left in a vase too long.Hope is the taste of iron and dirt,The sound of swords clashing,Battle…

I know this place, I’ve been before Last time was laced With raging war. I know this wind That I feel blow But oh, my friend, Beware the ghosts. I know this dance, At least the steps But last time chanced Untimely death. The silence is So fucking loud The perfect bliss, Your laughing sounds.…

Not all men But I was six When I learned it shouldn’t be this way As my dad held me in his lap And I struggled to escape– Not all men but my friend Kate, was only eight, When she suffered things I dare not say But only for the first time Not all men but…