i was sexualized at work
by a drunk man
who told his buddy that i had,
"nice assets";

When I quit scrubbing our snot-green stove
he bought me a brand new range to roam
and a refrigerator-freezer that stood side by side
closer than we ever did.

Wise, 
but still lost,
And so far from being put together

Joe got a cup of Jane

Give me the cliché and I’ll rewrite it into something beautiful
Something you have never heard before
That you are craving without even knowing it

I catch myself humming bits of
songs that I used to know
     just to remind myself
     while everything changes,
nothing changes, really.

The pain is often hidden. 
Other's demons we cannot see. 
The depth of struggle kept so secret, 
did you know that could be me? 

Check mate

My dad is teaching my beloved
Mother how to play chess.

Your hands are cold.
Your chest some sort of gracious cave
With you, the seasons collide,
and I'm not sure why..

The Poets are writing poems against the war.
They stand in the storm, 
Raising their small, thin voices,
Ignored in the din of raucous, thoughtless shouting.

It's so easy to trip into darkness-especially when it's available after you feel you've exercised all of your options and efforts. But climbing out of that dark hole...is far more testing and challenging once you're in there than you known. Fight hard to stay away from it please. Don't give up. Don't assume you are worth nothing and no on sees you-even if no one sees you.

I am a moo from behind a Beryllium oak.
I am a knock on wood for luck.
I am only one of 63 personalities that I hide.
Moving fast, faster than a mustang.

50 months of infertility
Never thought I’d see the day
50 months of trying
No baby on the way