“Oh Woman!” is a poem that represents the anxiety of existence of every-woman. The passive victim of male gazes, she is always in the process of introspection, longing for a space of her own.
Unless it’s mad, passionate and extraordinary,
With mutual weirdness, it’s a waste of your time.
In the middle of the storm, water floods the streets, the creek beds, the basements of buildings, everywhere resisting containment.
Suddenly you see so clearly how the world is filled, every single square inch of it, with tiny blossoms.
So we don’t help, we forget, we let things be. We ignore the children.
I thought of Trump sitting right next to me, having absolutely no clue how extraordinary it was to witness a hummingbird diving into a flower like that.
We are willing to have the world gaze upon our words as if they knew us intimately, and they want to, and they need to. How else will they explain their very
I am an atom, founded in your scientific and artistic reincarnation of the creation story, all done in myth and history. You did me before and accurately, while fighting the same me and the same wars, all in the name of atrocities.
She told me all the things I needed to know and hear. A dying man needed to know he’d be remembered.
Our heart aches – not from regret, but from the memory of what was.