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 …

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 …

Bullet Fridays – Merm Version or “a snapshot of my life”

I was inspired by Tim Ferris' 5 Bullet Fridays to do my own "however many bullet" Friday's because I can't just limit myself to 5 😉 I also love doing these because it gives a pretty good "snapshot" of my life of what I'm drinking, reading, listening to, watching to, getting inspired by, etc. Wine …

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 …

autumn – a poem

autumn raindrops covered in pumpkin flavored leaves the air is a mix of velvet vapor and crisp refreshing apple tall glass of cold water. candy colored leaves crunch like music and sway in dance with swirls of steaming chai tea. hands fold, arms embrace knitted sweaters fall to our knees. for a moment we live …