Sand

I’ve been counting the grains on this shore Hoping we can share just as many seconds With the size of this beach We should have all the time in the world But I can’t seem to keep you or the sand From slipping through my fingers SWD 07/2019 Advertisements

Rebel Child

My father always Wanted daughters for they are “Easier to raise” But I’ve always been A rebel child as proof of What chaos we make SW 05/2018 Updated 07/2019

Dawn

On your front porch Where intolerance cowers below a rainbow flag We sat around an ash covered table Listening to a symphony of lively songbirds Sharing cigarettes, tea and sleepy glances Your eyes still struggled to awaken And you hair stuck up in a few places As if it were stretching towards the sky And…

Beneath the Moon

The grass was dewy And cool against my skin The wind danced away With our smoke clouds The sky was black Except for the one light We came out here to see The moon hung high Full bodied and brilliant I kissed you beneath her glow Spring tides were not The only waters disturbed That…

A Million Pieces

I would break my own heart Into a million pieces And scatter them across oceans Let each shard drift as far as it pleases Just to keep you from fully possessing it again A few may find their way back to you For they’ll never quite shake the Stockholm But I’d find comfort in knowing…

Damp

Your body pinned to The wall of the bath while I Kiss from lips to lips SWD 07/2019

Untitled

I am scared I am astonished I am anxious I do not know who will open the door I hope it’s one of you I hope it’s both of you For now I’ll wait patiently While things are sorted While emotions are tried on I’ll wait and wildly anticipate Inclusion and acceptance I worry about…

I think of you

I want to read you lines from our favorite poetry And sing songs that make you feel safe Tell stories while you drift off to sleep And encourage you to dream as wild as you can I want to hold your hand when you are in need of comfort Trust your decision when it is…

Antidepressants

I carry these pills Like the tin man’s oil can Constantly am I Reminded of my Rusty edges and hollow Disconsolate chest SWD 01/2018 Updated 06/2019