A planet left out for you and me To blow like dust a cerulean sea And feathered blue light Such an elegant sight To unsettle the dust

In frost covered fields With garnets congealed A pomegranate drips Scattered seeds amongst the star-lit field A twilight blooms

To scrape beneath the surface brings with it its own mortality. To bleed and feel a fire made flesh. Ruby colored pulp trickles downward,...

I stood at the edge of the reflecting pool With water cascading, lush and cool I jumped into that pool of sun And sank simply down with...

You’re like a force field that contains the blaze in me because you learned to grip fire with your hands You’re a phosphoric, Promethean...

I have a love for beautiful views that began when I was a child. I’d sit on top of the monkey bars or sit in my favorite hemlock tree...

When I was a girl, I could never figure out what color my eyes were. I would stand in front of the mirror, my face barely reaching the...

I’ve been casting you in lineaments, you vaporous thing. You’re a distorted mirror that bends ‘round my mood. A cold surface of marble...

Fireworks burst like Dandelion heads I blow at the sky Wishes bloom in red

And gold drips through fingertips —coagulated sunlight— soft globs of me spilling out everywhere.

I’m sitting on the floor of my bedroom with the cars murmuring outside and I sit to collect within myself the emotion. At night I lay it...