turkish coffee – a poem

We ate simits covered in olive spread, thin little bagels so you don’t get schmutz on your face. After, we drank Turkish coffees strong like a shot. We read each other’s fortunes from the coffee grounds letting the spirit move through us. We saw rivers flowing in ravines and raccoons on mountains and energy leaving out of ourselves and cleaning …

floating – a poem

I float underneath stars letting the north star be my focal point because it's the brightest and biggest and it seems to be right above me. The water moves like black silk and I let myself be carried. With each breath, I let go and relax deeper and deeper into my bed of waves. Underwater, …

summer heat – a poem

The heat is oppressive like stepping out into suffocating silence like the oven is turned on too high and the buildings are caving in. We spend our Sunday inside reading fiction and memoirs sipping everything from rose gold iced lattes to iced teas to lavender Italian sodas to cucumber water - anything to distract us …

adversity makes you fuck better – a poem

I can tell how much adversity someone’s faced By how good of a lover they are. The straight white male who grew up with the white picket fence and mom and dad and high school sports is always the worst Not because he doesn’t care, but just because nobody has ever taught him how  He …

Forgotten Cities – a poem

Picnics of plastic wrapped watermelon And smoked turkey sandwiches between wheat bread on blue paper plates. Creamy goat cheese spread on toasted cheddar pita chips with smashed raspberries on top. Snacking on sweet summer strawberries. I eat them until all but the green leaves are left with a little bit of juicy red hanging on …

the kind of girl – a poem

she's the kind of girl who will always spill her red wine on the towel on the sand she will always have food on her face and in her tangled brown hair also down the front of her dress she will leave her clothes on the ground flinging her bra and pants off as soon …

strawberries after sex – a poem

strawberries after sex taste sweeter especially when they're hydroponic you had to look up what that meant - its when you grow plants from water not soil its more sustainable that way it must be cheaper too because the box was $3 instead of the usual 6 the strawberries tasted sweeter than any other strawberries …

wave dreams – a poem

wave dreams last night I had a dream that I lived in a house on the ocean with my family. there was a big storm and the sea was angry at sunset it was beautiful; a true painting I remember I grabbed my phone to take a picture the waves were rolling in and you …

melted – a poem

melted it glows golden still not yet warm enough to melt the top layer still crunches when you walk on top I like the sound of it. There's so much of it, I don't know if it will ever melt. but of course, it will. That's the power of having a giant ball of fire …

refrigerated milk – a poem

refrigerated milk I poured you a bowl of cereal this morning frosted flakes there was an empty milk jug in the fridge who puts an empty milk jug back into the fridge? as I searched for an alternative I found half and half butter milk and finally a bottle of 1% milk all the way …